Sunday, December 23, 2007
Journal Your Christmas, Day 23
When I was a child, stockings were definitely a tactic calculated to give my parents precious time to sleep. The rule was simple: stockings could be opened as soon as we woke up, and we didn’t have to wait for anyone else to be awake. I remember being the only one awake, just itching for Christmas to officially begin. I would carefully pull each item out of the stocking and arrange them all in front of me, frequently entertaining myself with the contents until my parents were awake. Now that I’m an adult, I am still the first one up, just itching for Christmas to officially begin, but although I’m allowed to dig through my stocking, I wait until Ken’s up, we’ve made some coffeecake & brewed some tea. The waiting just about kills me, but I keep reminding myself I’m a grown up and should be able to handle delayed gratification a bit better than a 4 year old.