Somewhere, back in my little girl dreams, I used to adore
Christmas. I mean when I was a very little girl like under six or so.
Church Christmas programs with my cousins, where we would
for sure sing Away in a Manger while we looked on at the dolly baby Jesus in
the makeshift manger with real hay.
I, along with all my little friends would
get one bible verse on a little piece of paper to memorize for the program. One
year, I was asked to pray the benediction at the end. I read it off of a piece
of paper, but I thought that was so special.
I remember overnight trips to see my grandma and grandpa
in Iowa from my Nebraska farm. My daddy would drive all night long while I slept. I
would wake just in time to see the big city lights of Des Moines as we were
coming in on the Interstate.
We would arrive about 2 or 3 in the morning and my
grandparents must have gotten up to greet us because I don’t think they could have lasted that long. I sat on the edge of the suitcase while my mom and dad
greeted the grandparents. And then they put me to bed.
My most vivid memory of Christmas as a small one is
standing in my grandparent’s den and looking out the window after dark with my
cousins. We were looking in the sky for Santa’s sleigh. I remember one of us
(not me) saying in an excited, hushed whisper,
“There he is! There’s Santa’s
sleigh!”
I was so excited!! I sooooo badly wanted it to be true. I so badly
wanted to see the sleigh, but it eluded me.
Somewhere since my little girl dreams, some amount of
stress has taken over and the trap of comparison.
Welcome back, little girl dreams.
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Thanks so much for stopping by today friends! I so adore you!
~Anne
Linking up today for the last time in 2014 with a flash mob of writers for Five Minute Friday. We all link up with the same topic. Today's prompt is "adore". No worries about perfect grammar or punctuation. Free writing for the fun of it. Visit Kate Motaung's blog for all the details!
