After all the sadness of Friday (my prayers are constantly with these families!), and the death of my friend, I really need some happy. So I'm sharing with all of you my favorite Christmas story. *Smiley Face*
I think I was four, my brother was about two and a half,
and we were fostering a little girl at the time, Christina, who was eight. My
mom said to me and Christina the evening before that we could open our presents
as soon as we woke up.
That's probably not how she said it, but that's
how I heard it. (A lesson in making sure your childen understand they don't mean
So what do you think happened when we woke up? I flew out
of bed, straight for the present-piled tree downstairs. Christina, being the
older wise one, tried to talk me out of it.
I said, "No! She said as
soon as we woke up!"
See? That's how I heard it.
I couldn't read at
the time. I just remember grabbing gifts, wildly tearing away the paper not
knowing who the present was meant for, saying "COOL!" everytime, and setting the gift aside,
eager for another. Imagine the anger tornado that ensued when my parents woke
up. To say it was not pretty was an understatement. I think I saw actual steam
come out of my mother's ears.
She tossed all the presents in a box and told us
we were not having a Christmas, she was so heartbroken. Later, though, being
the loving mother that she truly is (Hi, Mom:) she sat us down and
redistributed every gift to its intended owner. I do remember being a little
disappointed when some of the gifts I'd thought I was going to keep were
not meant for me. But at least we still had our Christmas, and all was well in the
Do you have any great Christmas
Share with me your happy.