Well its here, 6:30am and I've been awake for an hour. I know better then to wake kids up before its time.
I've fed bubba and now she's outside with Papa checking on the new chickens.
Amalia has been up, had our morning cuddle, wandered through the house, come back to ask who bought all those presants??? I tell her mummy did. She wants to know who looked after the kids. That's it. Another cuddle and she's outside with Papa checking on chickens. Seriously how did I get such an awesome child? Or is it age related? She's 4.
As I lay here in bed I ponder previous Christmas's... Like the one our first born and only child at the time was in hospital. We had to buy food the day before and as we went through the isles at woolies surrounded by festivities and crazy people our hearts were sunken. As the checkout person cheerily says have a Merry Christmas my desire is to turn and her tell her to *$%# Christmas knowing what the day brang.
Then there was the year my full grown brother woke the house at 5:30am cos it was Christmas and 'Santa' had come. He ran to my sisters room, jumped upon her queen sized bed with its plush pillows, sleeping sister and satin sheets only to slip straight across, bang onto the wall and fall down the side. It worked, woke her up and put her in a giant 5:30am cackle of laughter. What a classic!! After gift opening he went back to bed and slept.
I remember the posted parcel sitting under our tree. I knew what was in it... Pineapple lumps, kiwi fruit lollies, marshmallow fish.. sent from nz. There were treats for mum & dad too.
What a wonderful taste sensation. That parcel also held my Birthday gift that sat under the tree for a further 5 days.
Every second year my grandparents would travel over to be with us. Excitement in picking them up from the air port and sadness with returning them and saying goodbye.
Fuss made over food but the day felt the same.
Families together, it was always just us. Tons of gifts. We didn't miss out on anything.
I should scrap these memories. The good with the bad.
As we enter into this day may the Peace that surpasses all understanding be with those whom need it... Not all Christmases are filled with love, joy, peace. I'm thinking of people alone, without loved ones, with missings babies/children and even our own missing babies.
Thankful for what I've got, each of my children and almost ready to face this day.
Merry Christmas & an even better New Year xxxxx
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