Today is Christmas eve. The stockings are hung, the tree lit, the presents hidden until the morning when Santa “delivers” them. Because if Santa put them out now the would all be opened in 5 seconds thanks to a little two-year old boy. He is currently napping beside me on the couch. I’m listening to the rain hit my roof and the fish tanks bubble. It is nice to sit and relax for a while. I’m on holiday from work, I graduated so I don’t have school work to furiously finish before its deadline, and while Xander naps I can breathe easy knowing he isn’t about to climb the wall and jump off the roof. (No, he has not done that, but I am sure one day he’ll try and I’ll have a heart attack.)
It is nice to relax like this occasionally, especially after such a hectic month. Tomorrow is Christmas and I will be drinking my coffee and smiling as I watch my son tear opening brightly colored wrapping paper, getting so excited about his new toys and books. I will laugh as he says turtle, train, play, etc. because he is so adorable when he says them. My little boy is growing up! He’s talking, can reach the light switches, can even open the refrigerator door! I know I’ll regret saying this in a few years, but I really wish he’d stop trying to clean the toilet. He makes a mess with the water. Though it is humorous.
A lot of people get caught up in the materialistic side of Christmas. This isn’t a post about that, whether it’s good or bad. No, this is just me being thankful for the opportunity to celebrate the birth of Christ with my family and those I love. That I am blessed with the ability to give more than love to my son, because I know there are people out there who won’t be able to do that. I’ll tell you though, love is more than enough. My son would be just as happy with a roll of toilet paper to tear apart as he would be with the blocks I got him.
I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas. God bless you!