This is my 100th post at Blogger.com, and sure, I'd like a cookie.
Christmas is almost here and I can't wait! The big day has taken on a whole new meaning I've had children. Watching them tear apart wrapping paper in pursuit of the mystery that it holds takes me back to when I was young...well younger. The size of the kids' eyes when they see all the paper and ribbons is priceless. The nap after opening presents because we got up too early to open presents, that is what it's about.
It's also about appreciation for my parents. I didn't really understand what it took for us to have all that we did growing up. Now I do. Christmas presents don't just end up under the tree from Santa (sorry if I ruined it for any of you). Which is funny to me now, because I always thought that Santa's signature had a shocking resemblance to my mothers.
Christmas is almost here and I can't wait! The big day has taken on a whole new meaning I've had children. Watching them tear apart wrapping paper in pursuit of the mystery that it holds takes me back to when I was young...well younger. The size of the kids' eyes when they see all the paper and ribbons is priceless. The nap after opening presents because we got up too early to open presents, that is what it's about.
It's also about appreciation for my parents. I didn't really understand what it took for us to have all that we did growing up. Now I do. Christmas presents don't just end up under the tree from Santa (sorry if I ruined it for any of you). Which is funny to me now, because I always thought that Santa's signature had a shocking resemblance to my mothers.
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