There is a sound, it barely touches the ear. The mind is stirring awake, as more sounds are heard. Voices. Speaking softly, they are talking about presents, excited, in anticipation, eagerly waiting for me to wake up, get out of bed and let them downstairs. Even the dog is excited. (Although I think that she simply wants to go outside and water the lawn) I stretch, yawn, and roll over and consider sleeping for another hour.
I’m coaxed out of bed by Susan, who reminds me that it’s Christmas Morning, and I have an obligation to let my children have fun opening presents… I grumble, groan, and creak, as I get up out of bed. Quickly dressed, I make my way down the stairs, with a chorus of Children wishing me “Good Morning” and “Merry Christmas”.
I tried to tell the kids that it was the 24th, and that they had to wait another day to open their presents, but that only lasted about 5 minutes. (but it was fun watching the confused looks…) As I got my first cup of coffee, and breakfast, the decimation of paper wrapping, squeals of delight, followed by photographs, piles of empty boxes, and smiling faces began.
The aftermath included cutting open all the blister packs, putting together the leggo toys, finding batteries for the rc vehicles, and other power hungry devices.
I received some CD’s, some Nickelback, AC/DC, and Darius Rucker… and we listened to them immediately!
We hope everyone had as nice a morning as we did!