Tis the Season

So it's the 21st, 4 more days until Santa arrives and brings toys to all the little girls and boys (hey that rhymes!). This is the time of year where I find myself thinking back on how my life has changed...

I remember the days leading up to Christmas, the excitement, the Santa's, Reindeer, wish lists, cookies, turkey, and all the glitter and art work our teachers would have us create at school.

I miss cutting out Santa's head and using cotton balls as his beard, bringing it home as proud as can be and having it posted on the refrigerater door. I miss the days of getting out of class for an hour a day to sit on the gymnasium floor to sing Christmas songs. I miss dressing up in red and green for your last day of school before the holidays, or bringing in presents for your teacher (when home-made baked goods weren't frowned upon). Christmas concerts. Barbies. Tape players. The Grinch. Rudolph's Story. Home Alone. Hearing Santa on the radio on Christmas Eve. Leaving cookies and milk for Santa and carrots for the reindeer. Waking your parents up at 6 o'clock in the morning! Stockings. Presents and then a whole day of play... family... turkey... Boxing Day sales...

I think I miss those days more than anything else in this world. I miss the simplicity of the Holiday; where you didn't have to worry about travel, money, weather... where all you got to do is get excited for presents, and Santa.

Where you made a wish list of only three things on it and that was your hardest task of the season... One year I wanted "Shopping Fun Barbie", so clearly - I asked for her. I also asked for my first tape player (with radio - even though Point Clark didn't get any reception) and for my Gramma to get better (she's been a trooper since I was in grade 2).

That year, Gramma was released from the Hospital and she bought us pencil sharpeners... I got the tap player that was a DOUBLE tap player and I played Ace of Base like nobody's business... and I may or may not have seen my Shopping Fun Barbie in my Mum's closet one day while she was working. The night before Christmas - I didn't sleep, I was so excited for my Barbie. When I opened up the present and saw her in her bright red high-heeled shoes, I fell in love. But like any child at that age - I played with her non-stop for a good week, got tired of her... and moved on...

Things aren't so fun anymore... but better in different ways. You enjoy more things at this time of year that aren't so materialistic. You don't focus on new toys... but on friends and family that mean the most. You get to remenice at gatherings, laugh and enjoy a hot cup of coffee with bailey's; while you live thru the excitement of your own children (or for my case, my friends children).

There are moments where I think of the times when I was a kid, and would almost pee my pants from excitement. I miss those days. When you're a kid, you don't sit back and soak the moments in... you just live thru them and wait for the next Christmas to come around. Now, I wish, just once - I could live Christmas like I did when I was a kid. Leave all the turkey cooking, Christmas shopping, working until the 24th crap and be a kid for just one more Christmas. Make a stocking from scratch and paint snowmen on it, covered in sparkles that resembles moreso a turd that came out of Billie's ass, than an actual snowman...

....That's my wish this year... to be a kid again, just one more time...