Christmas Thoughts

Do you remember when you were about 6 or 8 years old? Remember what it felt like on Christmas Eve, the anticipation of what Santa would bring you? That's my kids today. The good thing is I still have the "Santa is watching and you better behave" stick to wield for another day, but the bad is that tomorrow it's over.

I can't wait to see the faces of my beautiful children when they come down the steps and see the booty Santa left. There's usually one "big" gift that every child wants and dreams about, I suspect Santa got the word and my kids will get those gifts.

My wife asked me what I would like and I was stumped. I honestly hadn't even pondered it because I was to busy thinking what to get the kids and how excited they'll be. My gift will be the joy my children feel when they see the myriad presents under the tree and the look on their faces.

I feel this is the last year my oldest will believe in the big guy in the red suit, but alas that's part of growing up too. My daughter has another year or two and the presents will get smaller and more expensive as they grow, so for me this is the end of one era and the onset of another.