Christmas EveSaturday, December 24, 2005 I love Christmas Eve. When I was a kid, the anticipation was almost excruciating. Now I see the same passionate, crazy look in my children's eyes. I kissed my youngest child at bedtime tonight, I began to walk away. Then I turned around sharply and yelled back at him, "What is tomorrow?" "Christmas Eve." He exclaimed. Then he went on a bit. "I can hardly believe it is Christmas Eve tomorrow. I love Christmas." He pulled his covers up under his chin quickly and looked at me with that piercing, wonderful smile. "Good night, Spencer" I said. "Good night Daddy", he replied. I walked into our family room to get ready to watch a movie with my wife and oldest son, when I found myself talking to myself audibly. "I love that little boy, he is so cool." My smile began to match his and I reminded myself that this is why life is so good.  My wife, Jonathan and I watched John Cleese talk about wine in his British, dry manner. John Cleese was a big part of Monty Python in the 70s and then produced and starred in "Fawlty Towers." He has done a lot of other movies, but tonight we watched him talk about the complexities of wines and what makes them so fascinating. My son hates wine and I am glad; he is 13. However he sat there riveted to the television as John spoke about the plum, smoky, slight hints of cherries and dark chocolaty attributes of the glass of Merlot he was drinking. My daughters were sleeping deeply already. They wore themselves out during the course of the day. Their level of excitement for today and ultimately tomorrow, Christmas drained every last bit of energy out of them. They are the quintessential representations of the ultimate dorks. They are in that prepubescent, blissfully ignorant stage where everything is funny. It is wonderful to see Maggie's dimples deepen as I kiss her cheek and say "Merry Christmas." Rachel snuggles up next to me and strokes my cheeks calling me "Mr. Prickles." This is the affectionate interpretation of a five o'clock shadow. It is Christmas Eve and all through our house are children just bursting with joy to see the faces of their siblings and parents opening the gifts that they bought. Everyone in our house is more excited about what they are giving than what they are getting. That is cool. It is the way Jill and I are. Tonight we will eat my gourmet pizza, drink eggnog and wipe out a few dozen cookies. Then all will go to bed and try to sleep at least several hours.  Christmas 2005 is just about here. posted at 12/24/2005 12:10:00 AM |
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5 Comments:
It sounds perfect! I hope you and the family have an amazing Christmas weekend.
Now.... What time should I get there for a slice of pizza? :-)
Ken
Ken -- Eric's pizza is to DIE for, and I'm a hard audience. I could SUBSIST on his pizza! You can come over any time. :)
Sweetheart -- you make Christmas more special than I can describe. XOXOXOXO
FAWLTY TOWERS ROCKS!!!!!
"Is this a piece of your brain?" :D
Mr. Prickles reminds me of the Bear the other day... He showed me his little arm and said, "I'm growing hair like you Daddy!" :)
We are the same in our house about happier to give than receive with possibly one grand exception.
But as I sport my "I've got your Bah Humbug right here!" t-shirt, I feel all warm, happy, and full of the Christmas spirit of giving and hoping for all of my family to be happy and well.
God bless us... every one!
Merry Christmas Eric to you and yours. Have a blessed one...
Awwwww...I enjoyed reading this post. (Even after the fact...LOL)
Just swinging through to wish you and yours a Happy New Year!
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