A few Random Thoughts

What is it about Christmas morning chaos that a mother of now older children misses so much? Waking at the crack of dawn? Staying up until all hours of the wee morning putting bikes together? Being exhausted through Christmas dinner as a result?

This Christmas morning my husband and I were visiting before the morning chaos approached. It was way after 8 a.m. and I realized something wasn’t right.

I had a daughter home from college, and two sons both in high school, and I realized when talking to Joe (my husband).. “The magic of Christmas just ain’t what it used to be.”

We didn’t stay up until midnight assembling bikes, swings, installing batteries and stuffing stockings.

This year we were in bed by 9:30 p.m.

This morning there was no patter of excited little feet jumping with squeels of, “Santa was here!” echoing through the house.

This year, you could hear crickets (if we had them.)

So we laid in bed discussing what we had to do that day; Make prime rib, ham, pasta, potatoes, squash, ambrosia, cranberry relish, pumpkin pies, dress the table, etc… and it hit me, “The magic of Christmas morning is gone. Christmas is officially a chore.”

Not to sound too “bah-humbug.” I love, love, love Christmas. My heart is filled with joy and honoring the birth of my Savior doesn’t escape me. But the magic of Christmas morning from the eyes of little children is no longer in my home — and it’s sad.

I have a hunch I’m not the only one that’s had to go through these withdrawls — so am looking for stories from others — Misery loves company.

And from those faithful bloggers of mine, maybe some tips on where to find that silver lining?

Merry Christmas to everyone!

Gretchen Losi

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