I opened my eyes more quickly then I had all the 364 days prior. I bolted out of bed and ran into my brothers shared room and in one long breath yelled "Merry Christmas we have to wake mom and dad hurry up come on come on come on!!" gasp. As we raced through the dark little hallway to our parent's bedroom, my heart skipped at the mere thought of what we could have under the tree? A bike? Roller skates? That giant barbie head with long hair that I could braid and style? Who knew. The possibilities were endless.
As we waited impatiently yet silently in the hall, waiting for mom and dad to yell when we could come out, we looked into each others eyes with more joy then ever at what was to come. The rest of the day we played Christmas music, played with our new toys and took random naps in piles of torn up gift wrap. I never knew just how lucky we were to have these memories. These are the moments that I will never forget.
Now, as I am older, Christmas might not be quite the same as it used to be, but it is just as great. Just different. Now the day means so much more. It is a time when all of us kids, now older with our own lives, can get together and feel like we are young again. All under mom and Dad's roof for that day, playing Christmas music, opening presents, playing with our new "toys", and taking random naps. Only this time, we know just how lucky we are.
Merry Christmas everyone and because I can't leave this post without a picture.. here is a picture of my three brothers and Dad being hilarious from our family Ugly Christmas Sweater Party! And also Sir Archibald Kramer Andrews in the true Christmas Spirit!
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