Merry Christmas: 25 Days of Me

We have come to the last day of the 25 Days of Me and today is a pretty simple one. First and foremost I would like to wish each and every one of you a very Merry Christmas. I hope that you enjoy the day in whatever way you celebrate it. For me it will be a quiet day with the senior citizens. We won’t do much but we will have a dinner later and just enjoy the pea fullness of the day.

Christmas was always such a loud and joyous day when I was growing up. We always got up early no matter what. We would rush out into the living room and be so overjoyed with everything that Santa gave us. Be thrilled that he ate the cookies we left. That he left us a little note that looked suspiciously like my father’s handwriting.

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Even when we didn’t have a lot of money Christmas was a joyous occasion. My father reminded me of Scrooge’s nephew or maybe Bob Cratchit in that he was always happy when Christmas rolled around. Whereas my mother was Scrooge or the Grinch for some reason. I wonder now, looking back, if she didn’t act that way just to get a rise out of my father.

Envy time she would do or say something against Christmas he would say and do more. He always decorate the house inside and out. Every year my mother would say we weren’t doing it this year and yet my father would go all out. Every the year he was in the hospital and there was no money. He told my older brother to pull out the decorations. We were worried about the electricity being cut off because he wasn’t working and he was saying he didn’t care. He would find a way. That Christmas was happening in home in some fashion or another.

He was always right too. No matter how bad it would get, money wise, somehow there always was enough. In some way there was just enough no matter what. Now as an adult I’m not sure if I still believe int hose Christmas miracles. It seems like they are so far out of reach in some way.

Like they are making fun of me somehow. I’m sure that is the farthest thing from he truth. It just seems like some years things are a bit more bleak than others. I wonder now, if this is how he felt some years. Like it was all going to be too much and he had to put on a happy face regardless. Either way I never have any sort of Christmas without thinking of him. Thinking of his smiling face when we wok him up. Him being excited when he pulled done over on us and got us the big gifts we had been asking for.

Christmas is the time of year that I am grateful for every little thing I have been given. I know how precious each day of life is and how it can be gone in the blink of an eye. So this year I hope that you hold your loved ones a little tighter and be sure to tell them how much they mean to you. Have a Merry Christmas.