On Christmases past, our children used to run into our room
to tell us it was time to get up. Wide-eyed and excited, they couldn’t wait for
the promises of Christmas Day. They are no longer with us, but scattered in faraway
places. Each of them lives in a different state, just as each of them was born
in a different state. This Christmas I was nostalgic for the old days and
lamented that I’d get to sleep in. One of my children took notes. She set her
alarm to wake me up at six. A sweet Christmas present, indeed.
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