Christmas always began early in the morning when I was little. Barely did my head hit the pillow on Christmas Eve, when I'd awake in the middle of the night, sneak half-way down the stairs and check that Santa did indeed visit the Tomlin house.
When my Santa-believing years ended, my brother's began and I lived vicariously through the wonderment in his innocent eyes.
And then we both grew up.
Christmas was still a special time, but never the same as it was when there was a child in the house.
As I search this holiday for the Spirit to engulf my heart, I dream of next Christmas. The first Christmas that my little niece will spend with us and my heart swells with longing. I dream of the future holidays I will share with her...picking out the perfect gift on her wish list...watching a holiday movie...teaching her Nanny's cookie recipes.
Life changes every day...every year...every decade.
My turn sneaking down the stairs to check Santa came is over. The torch has been passed to the generations that followed mine. And will soon be passed to those yet to arrive.
And in my humble opinion, that's just the way it should be.
Please enjoy one of my favorite Christmas songs. When Christmas Comes to Town from The Polar Express.
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great song. I love that movie, too. I know it was panned, but I enjoyed it. We have the Grand Canyon Railroad here that does a Polar Express tour. We did it two years ago with the kids and it was absolutely aunthentic to the movie.
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