Good tidings this Christmas Eve morning!
Christmas as a kid always consisted of massive excitement on Christmas Eve that made it hard to go to bed. My sister and I would whisper and giggle and try so hard to go to sleep and fail miserably. The excitement and the wait made the night drag on forever so what little sleep we got, was hardly missed when 3 or 4 and 5 o'clock rolled around.
We would tiptoe into the hallway and into the living room, half holding our breath until one of us found the plug to the Christmas tree lights- there was no way we would spoil this moment by turning on the table lamp unless we had absolutely no choice. I think that was part of the magic.
When those multicolored lights illuminated the presents beneath the branches, glinting off the shiny bows and ribbons, it was enough to take your breath away, regardless of whether there were ten presents or two, whether you were four or twelve. Even when some of the magic was dispelled, there was still this sense of wonder and enjoyment.
I get that same sense now, watching my kids open presents, so that feeling never really ends and I hope that this Christmas is filled with all kinds of wonder and enjoyment for you and yours.
Have a blessed day!
