There's nothing quite like the spirit children bring to the holidays. If you can get past the 5 a.m. wake-up call on Christmas morning (and luckily I have two kiddos who sleep in) their excitement becomes contagious. Leaping out of bed with anticipation of that first glimpse at the stockings....the empty plate of cookie crumbs....the note written in fancy scroll handwriting from the big man himself. He came! Mom, Santa came! I KNEW he would come! The pure joy of that moment is truly my favorite gift of the season. You can't help but believe right along with them in the magic of Christmas.
Our joy this holiday was tempered by the news that on Christmas Eve, Oma lost her battle with cancer. I suppose it is fitting that on the evening when all is calm, all is bright, her pain would come to an end. I am relieved she is at peace, but I miss her. I still very much feel her presence. Almost every room of our home has something in it that brings back a memory of her, and for that I am thankful. She gave me a lifetime of memories and I will revisit those often when I miss her most. I am comforted by the thought that she's watching over us, probably while embarking on a new knitting project so that all the angels that now surround her will have warm sweaters for the winter. And I bet she's making them tea, too. :)
I hope to get back to regular posting in the new year. Wishing you all a safe & happy New Year's Eve and 2009. All the best!