Growing up with 3 brothers and a sister could prove challenging for my parents to fill the tree with presents. Many years the tree was filled, but with presents for 5 under the tree, it could look like I was getting a lot more then what I was, either way, I was always appreciative of what I did get. As a 7 year old I had that magical Christmas when my brothers and I received many of the 1982 G.I. Joe line up, not realizing at the time how popular they would become. Christmas Eve was always a trip to my grandparents house and we would get gifts.
Then Christmas day they would come to our house to watch us open gifts and play with our new toys. As I got older the gifts became deodorant and money, and maybe not as exciting as I was as a 7 year old getting new toys, but never the less still exciting to an extent. Some years later I started my own family and own traditions, and it’s easier to spoil 2 kids then 5, so my kids would get piles of gifts from their grandparents, aunt and uncles and from their parent. It was always a joy how excited they were with every gift they opened, and dads also have fun setting things up and maybe playing a bit as well. But It was the Christmas of 2010 that I saw the true meaning of Christmas.
It was a very surreal moment in my life. It was at our church on Christmas Eve. My daughter was singing in choir. The church was packed as it was normally for Christmas Eve mass. The trumpets were playing, the children where singing, and I sat among friends and family. I remember everything closing in on me as if Gods hand had closed the entire universe in around me. I sat in joy and I thought to myself, this is what Christmas is all about. I cherish that memory still today. Some of the people who sat among me that Christmas Eve will not be there in body this year, but there spirit’s will live on in that moment in my perfect Christmas. Merry Christmas to all, and may joy and peace bless you this holiday season.
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