Just thinking of some of the Christmases in my past and marveling at how one’s mood can change one year to the next feeling like Ebenezer Scrooge, Dr. Seuss’s Grinch, and Santa Claus.
For instance, up until my dad passed away five years ago, I almost always enjoyed the Christmas season — listening to the songs, decorating the house, buying & wrapping the gifts, etc. — then Dad was in heaven, finally reunited with Mom, and Christmas just didn’t feel "right" any more. I started feeling like the Grinch and Scrooge rolled up into one persona.
Dad loved Christmas — the family get-togethers, having all the "little kids" around (first his own, then his grand-kids), and just playing Santa for all of us. It made Christmas fun. Even the dogs got presents! He especially loved it when he started getting grand-kids. Now that hubby and I are awaiting the arrival of our first grandchild, I understand why. Baby boy is due in late February/early March, and already I’m thinking we’ll need to hang a stocking for him next year! Suddenly, I’m feeling almost like Santa again. We even hung a stocking for the grand-puppy, Max, alongside the ones for Callie & Shadow. My only sadness is in knowing that Dad — and hubby’s parents — won’t be here (physically at least) to see his first great-grandchild. I know how proud Dad would be of Jason and it just about breaks my heart that he can’t hold the baby next spring. Okay, dry the eyes and smile now!
Ah, but next year, I’ll be "Grandma Sue" and really feeling like Santa. I can hardly stand the wait. Let’s see how many of you remember this little tidbit……
"We can hardly stand the wait….please Christmas don’t be late." The original Alvin & The Chipmunks from some time back when I was about 4 or 5…and I still love it!