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Merry Christmas to All

Barbara Vey -- December 24th, 2012

I’m not sure how many will take the time today to read blogs, but I want to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas!

When I was a kid, we would wake up about 5 a.m. on Christmas morning (there were 9 of us).  We’d sneak downstairs and squeal over our presents.  Even though we only got two or three each, the tree look loaded underneath because we all made something for my mom, dad and grandma.  And 9 times anything is a lot.  Of course, my dad would yell for all of us to go back to bed until a decent hour and we would last about a half an hour before racing downstairs again.  Mom would reluctantly get up, but we still had to wait for my dad and grandma.

The time wasn’t wasted as we tried to guess what was in each present.  Mom made hot chocolate while we waited and finally it was time.  Dad handed out the gifts and he was so slow about it.  Everyone got one before we could open them.  Then it was on.  The ripping, the tearing, the screaming (yes, even the boys).  Dad always got Old Spice and mom got hand prints on paper or clay bowls.  Grandma loved lace handkerchiefs.

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When it was time for me to have a family, things changed, but not in my head.  I still got up early and ogled the gifts.  When I was finally able to rouse my boys by 8 a.m., they stumbled down where I had hot chocolate made and Christmas music playing.  There were still lots of presents under the tree and I always counted so they would have the same amount.  I made them open their gifts one at a time so I could relish the moment.  As a mom, I still got the hand prints on paper and clay bowls (which I still have).  They are my most precious possessions.

Now I spend Christmas morning alone.  My kids are grown and gone.  I celebrated with my older son, Keith, and his family a few weeks ago in St. Louis and Andrew I’ll see tonight.  Christmas Day he spends with his dad and girlfriend.  I still get up Christmas morning, make coffee and Baileys (with whipped cream, of course) and listen to Christmas music.  Then it’s time to watch my favorite Christmas movie, Die Hard.

It’s not horrible, just different.  Don’t feel bad for me, I’m very blessed.  Christmas eve is now the special day for family.  We gather at my sister’s house and there’s usually about 40 of us with my brothers, sisters and their families.  The tree is overloaded with gifts and there’s plenty of squealing, laughter and hugging.

If you have a minute, tell me your holiday tradition.  Has it changed over the years? 

Bottom Line:  Merry Christmas to all…and to all a good night!