Twas the Night Before Christmas

And it's here!  We have lots to do today.  There are the cookies for Santa that we must bake (or break off, tomato, to-MAH-to), the carrots to leave out for the reindeer, the letter we must write for Santa thanking him for stopping by with his gifts, and putting out the gifts we have brought for others (Grandma and Grandpa).  Soon, Grandma will start baking her ham and maybe even some homemade rolls, and if the girls are good, they will be able to help too. 


I hope to go to an early church service this evening so that Lily can experience the joy and beauty of the Christmas service with the Nativity and candlelight singing.  She is finally old enough to understand it and her sensitive soul will really be moved by the unity, the community. While I am not religious and have been out of a church for years now, I do know that "Jesus is the reason for the season" and want Lily to identify with that, rather than the cashing in via Santa program.  My dear girl whispered to me last night, "Mommy, I don't want a train anymore from Santa.  I just want whatever gifts he wants to bring me."  Love her.


Last night I stayed up wrapping some of the gifts for the girls while my mother wrapped hers and finished her very-last-minute Christmas cards.  Just imagining the girls' faces as some of the gifts are discovered, I got the giggles.  After years of take-it-or-leave-it Christmases, the idea of reliving the magic through the eyes of the wees has me all tickled inside.  I think I might have overdone it with the gifts.  I just couldn't help it.  I want them to feel special, that Santa considered them.  My inner baby girl just wants to be thought of, considered and I would love to head these two off at the pass on that long road called psychotherapy.  I am considering them and want them to know it. 


Twas the night before Christmas and my babies don't know
that Mommy is planning a hell of a show.


I cannot wait to see their little faces.  Merry Christmas, Little people.


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