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T’was the Day After Christmas…


Well here it is. T’was the day after Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring , not even a mouse. The presents are broken and scattered I fear and St. Nicholas won’t come again for year. I don’t know about you people but I find myself in a bit of a dilemma. Three days ago I was sitting, waiting with bated breath for my children and grandchildren to come and spend Christmas with me. I was exhausted from preparation. They walked through the door and we had the best Christmas ever, (I say that every year). On the first day all was well. The second day was Christmas and we were tripping over each other. I have a small house and with two extra adults and three children under foot the house was getting smaller and smaller. You’ve all been there on Christmas day. No matter how hard you work at it, chaos abounds. You can pick up your wrapping paper and keep it in a trash bag and try your hardest to keep things down to a low roar but somehow or other you look around and wonder what in the world happened? The floor is scattered with toys and boxes and you can’t walk for the stuff on the floor. The cat and dog are smack dab in the middle of all the frenzy and happiness abounds from all parts of your existence. Then somewhere in the middle of Christmas day a strange thing starts to happen. I call it exhaustion setting in. By the time Christmas night is here and you have had your Christmas dinner and you are all sitting around discussing the days events you decide that maybe the day wasn’t so chaotic after all. Then the third day after Christmas rolls around and that “strange thing” starts to happen. You begin to tell yourself that you are absolutely going to buy a new house for next year. It is impossible to house all these people into such a tiny little place. Your going to have to build on another room. Then its time for your beloved family to leave and you start to count the hours. Now don’t tell me I am wrong. You grandmas and grandpas know exactly what I am talking about. You stand in the doorway and you wave good-bye and you wish you could run after the car and yell “don’t leave, don’t leave.” Then I turn around and look at my sweet little house and I yell, “Yes! Hello house. I have you back. Thank goodness! I thought they would never leave.” I wonder how in the world I could ever feel that way about my beloved family. Then I feel guilty but it feels so good to have my beloved house back to myself. The cat is stretched out on the floor taking back his domain and the dog is stretched out in her special place on the couch and nothing is going to move her. In five minutes I’m thinking how quiet it is. As a matter of fact it’s too quiet and I’m already missing them and by the time I am stretched out in my lazy boy I’m already counting the days till I will see them again. Oh well, life is funny and sometimes too complex to figure out. I’ll work on it tomorrow after I’ve rested. Now please remember those infamous words of Andy Rooney, at his best, when he says, “I’ve learned . . . That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.” I agree Andy.

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