"Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat, please to put some money in the old man's hat. If you haven't got some money, a hae-penny will do. If you haven't got a hae-penny, then God bless you."
As I write this post, I have this song on my lips. (Love Kermit!) But I have a reason to celebrate. All my gifts are wrapped and sent to their recipients. Christmas cards have been sent out to family and friends. The oven is warming and the house is filled with the aroma of baked cookies, fudge and Mom's Rum Cake. (Yes! It's true! The rum is never gone. ;)
Two packages of goodies are on the way to two Marines in Afghanistan and one will be headed to my oldest son, who's stationed in the Persian Gulf, in the next few days. We're sending another box to my youngest son, stationed in the U.S., but unable to get home for Christmas. (Christmas without my boys will not be the same, but the least we can do is try to ease their loneliness while they are away from home.)
Signs of the holidays are all around us, in the music we hear, the products we buy, the fatigue in our bodies. Shoppers busily prepare for celebrations at home and at work. Roads are overcrowded. Shelves are going bare and prime retail merchandise is disappearing faster than you can say "Santa Claus." Yes, these are days to remember, days meant to be experienced in order to bask in the glory of Christmas morning, when all is still and peaceful, that is, after your oldest daughter has awakened everyone in the house at 6 a.m. to open presents.
The 6 a.m. wake-up call. One of our traditions, the earliest our oldest daughter, in her mad-cap zeal, could disturb us when she was little, especially after she'd try to get us up every hour after 3 a.m. Nowadays we regret ever making 6 a.m. a tradition in our household, because yes, even today, our lovely child is determined to wake us up for Christmas at the crack of dawn. That's enthusiasm, isn't it? Cute when witnessed in a child, not so cute in an adult, but it is what it is. Every family has its traditions, right? Love them or despise them, they are yours and they make your Christmas special.
What kinds of traditions do you keep every year?
What's the one thing you cannot do without at Christmas?