I remember looking again and again at the presents under the tree. The rush of cold air as the door opened and closed, and outside snow drifted to the ground and covered the snow fort you'd made only yesterday. That safe snuggly feeling of being warm and cozy while the wind picked up outside. The treats that Mom made only once a year tempting you as they unthawed on the counter. That good natured rap on the knuckles when you reached for one and were told to wait. Because nothing started until Christmas Eve and then it was all official. In our house that's when gifts were opened, when Santa arrived (usually about 8:00 p.m. or so). And our Santa made a lot of noise. He clanged bells (we later learned they were spoons) and roared loudly while we kids hid downstairs under the couch. For in our house, Santa might bring gifts but we always thought he was a little scary. And while we appreciated his gifts, we certainly didn't want to encounter him - who knew what might become of a little kid!
So with Christmas Eve just around the corner, the festivities begin. We're heading out to the Qu'Appelle Valley, to supper with family on the edge of a wintery snow-swept lake. Can't think of a better way to spend the early hours of Christmas Eve. And then later tonight, back in the city, we'll open gifts while "It's a Wonderful Life" plays in the background.
Ring of Desire 2009
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