I'm excited.
The house is silent and the world awaits the turning of the clock hands as midnight of this Christmas Eve approaches. There is a small kind of magic in the air that is filled with little colored lights.
I am home this year for the holiday. Mom got the place decorated and each of the kids has a small tree in their room, decorated in their rooms. Dad put up a branch of wild mistletoe under which a few kisses have been delightfully shared. In the house where you cannot lay down for a nap without a little sister or brother planting a kiss on your cheek, it is reason for a small smile.
The Christmas tree farm where we usually go to get a tree was sold out this year, so I went out into the woods behind the house with the bowsaw and found one suitable for the house and I brought it inside. We have been putting the lights and the old family ornaments on it all night long, singing Christmas carols to one another.
I just finished setting up the train set around and over all the presents. I am Santa this year and my belly is full of milk and cookies =] tinsle is still in my hair, I'm sure.
Now, the house is quiet. The fire is slowly dying in the furnace, and the house is warm. The smell of cedar wood and cookies lies over the air and the silence is holy and magical. Now, I simply wait as the clock ticks slowly down to midnight.
Cinderella's midnight was the end of her magic. Christmas' midnight is merely the beginning.
I am Jonathon, and this is my life.
Merry Christmas everyone =]
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The house is silent and the world awaits the turning of the clock hands as midnight of this Christmas Eve approaches. There is a small kind of magic in the air that is filled with little colored lights.
I am home this year for the holiday. Mom got the place decorated and each of the kids has a small tree in their room, decorated in their rooms. Dad put up a branch of wild mistletoe under which a few kisses have been delightfully shared. In the house where you cannot lay down for a nap without a little sister or brother planting a kiss on your cheek, it is reason for a small smile.
The Christmas tree farm where we usually go to get a tree was sold out this year, so I went out into the woods behind the house with the bowsaw and found one suitable for the house and I brought it inside. We have been putting the lights and the old family ornaments on it all night long, singing Christmas carols to one another.
I just finished setting up the train set around and over all the presents. I am Santa this year and my belly is full of milk and cookies =] tinsle is still in my hair, I'm sure.
Now, the house is quiet. The fire is slowly dying in the furnace, and the house is warm. The smell of cedar wood and cookies lies over the air and the silence is holy and magical. Now, I simply wait as the clock ticks slowly down to midnight.
Cinderella's midnight was the end of her magic. Christmas' midnight is merely the beginning.
I am Jonathon, and this is my life.
Merry Christmas everyone =]
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