Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas Eve

When we were kids, my sister would almost tear down the house looking for the gifts mom would buy us. I'm certain she found her gifts several times. But only once did she tell me of where mom had hid them. I remembered how she whispered, "Come and see what I found." Being the not-so-bright little sister I followed her into mom's bedroom. She opened the closet and pulled out a couple bags. Inside were our Christmas presents. I remember I didn't stick around long to see what mom had gotten me. I was scared of getting caught. But more than that I didn't want to know. I like good surprises. Small, big, expensive, cheap. Doesn't matter. Just being surprised is part of the magic of Christmas.