Though this is NOTHING like what my home looks like or looked like growing up (no foul on the mantle and our tree was fake and flocked - which I'm pretty sure has given us kids any and all of our health problems to date) yet we did get deer once in a while. I've been thinking of Christmases from when I grew up. Thought I'd share the things I've been missing....
- Mom baking (and me always being put out that she gave it all away!).
- Ryan playing Carol of the Bells (over and over again. It was his recital piece that one year he took piano lessons. He tortured that poor piano over and over again. I know in his mind he could hear that hard core version Transiberian Orchestra put out).
- Sledding at Birch Creek (and being envious of how much air Scott could get on the jumps all the while getting frost bite on my toes).
- Snow (only on some days - you know those days you'd give anything to wear moon boots again).
- Anticipation of SC (though the anticipation of my kids' reaction is pretty awesome).
- Endless boardgames (I still rock at Monopoly - but can't seem to manage real money or real estate).
- Remembering what Christmas is really about (and the retelling of the fill-the-manger-with-straws-that-represent-service-you've-done story. You know the one I'm talking about, right?).
- Family Parties (whether you like them or not).
It's funny, but none of these will be happening this year, and yet it still feels like Christmas.
And as they say in the 5th grade, "See ya next year!"