All I want for Christmas is a Gingerbread Man


Christmas_-_Custer_Kids   1950'sUnless you’re religious, Christmas is for kids.  Remember when you believed in Santa Claus and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer?  Christmas Eve was magic.  You couldn’t sleep in anticipation.

On Christmas morning, you rushed to see what was under the tree.  For some, Christmas was a season of disappointment as child.

You may have learned earlier on, that there was no Santa.

You figured out that Mom and Dad were Mr. & Mrs. Claus and they couldn’t afford to buy you that dream house or Easy Bake Oven.

As we got older, Christmas turned into one big shopping spree that seldom filled our hearts with glee.  If you’re like me, you spent too much and felt like you didn’t do enough.  The spirit of the holiday soon became lost in a sea of receipts and retail remorse.

After you married and had children, the magic of the holiday resurfaced in the eyes of your consumer-savvy children.  Now you were the one in charge and others joy rested on your weary shoulders.  You were Mrs. Claus and therefore responsible for all the relatives on both sides of the aisle.  Oh, the joy.

For those from a childless marriage, the memories can be ones filled with alone time with your ex at home, on the slopes or on the sand.  You may have spent the holidays with in-laws or hosted the big bash at your home.   Screaming children from various relations filled your home.  Thoughts of having your own (or not) may have filled your heart with wonder or relief.


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