Christmas 2005

With a crack of the wipe, and a turn of the cheek, Santa flew up the chimney. And Christmas day dawned. I think the actual arrival time of Santa was between the hours or 3am and 6am. I was awakened by a excited little seven year old boy at 7:30am in the morning. Jumping up and down exclaiming it was Christmas morning. Yeah, no coffee, no food I struggled to open my eyes and struggled harder to smile. Then my stocking was handed to me and it was like I was seven years old again myself. The joy I had longed for all season hit me like a ton of bricks and I watched in awe as my son opened gift after gift. His face was lit up like the lights on the Christmas tree. Even though Beth and I didn't exchange to many gifts we couldn't help thinking we are fortunate to have each other and a wonderful family.