Posted by mama playground | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 25-12-2010
Christmas has become magical again. When I was young, I was a believer in Santa Claus. The season was magical and I remember pajamas, tired parents, a sea of wrapping paper, and mid afternoon naps due to overstimulated exhaustion. Now I am the tired parent and most of the rest remains just as joyful, but from a different perspective. I can not imagine starting the day without the help of our auto-timed coffee start. Egg nog in the coffee is a must, and then of course a cookie to get the blood sugar going. The kids have messy hair and huge, sweet smiles, and they tumble on to the presents as if the tree had a magnet.
One child is happy to just play with a single box for the day. Another makes claim to every single present opened in an ongoing stream of “mine!”. Another wanders around the house, drunk on the joy of the day and content to watch the happenings and occasionally climb in to a cupboard or on to a lap.
The major dangers include: the wrapping paper, the tiny little ties and tags on EVERY single gift, the oven while the delicious holiday food cooks, the stairs, the bathroom door left ajar, off-schedule naps, over-stimulation, batteries, food and/or beverages left about, candies and their wrappers, the tree, the fireplace, ornaments, lights, etc.
Exhausted by 7pm parents everywhere collapse in a puddle of over-stuffed holiday bliss after the day’s efforts are done. It feels so good to make the kiddos so happy. I have taught them about giving, about Jesus being born, and about sharing. And to all a goodnight!