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Christmas Morning



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Journaling:

 

The wind howls, and the snow flies as I rise

from my warm bed covers, my cocoon.

I run in bare feet to look out the window

at the bellowing snow covering my world

in a white blanket of peace.

Down the stairs, to see my Dad lighting the fire.

The smell of smoke and coffee, soothing and warm.

My brothers and sister are all up racing down the stairs

but I am first on this Christmas morn, as I always am.

My mom comes in with coffee for my dad and

hot chocolate for us.

We open our stockings, such glorious fun. It starts to

get light outside, and the sunrises spilling into the living room

and flooding the floor like a puddle of warm apple cider.

Waiting to open the presents is the hardest thing to do.

Pancakes and fresh orange juice, first. Oh the waiting,

is unbearable. My brothers are hopping up and down and

asking constantly when the presents can be opened,

like crickets in a warm evening grass.

Finally, it is time. We all gather round the tree, and

we take turns passing one present out at a time.

I want Mommy to open mine first. I feel like I

could burst with anticipation when I see the little

red box under the tree that I wrapped for her myself.

My heart could break open into a thousand different colours

if I have to wait any longer. Just when I think I can't stand it

anymore, it is in her hand... She is shaking it and I am

going to die if she doesn’t open it soon.

She opens it and cries out with delight to see the

treasure inside. She hugs me and I feel like exploding with

pride. Now it is my Dad's turn. He always guesses what

we have got for him. It is our favorite Christmas game.

But this year will be different, we have wrapped his in

no less then five boxes of different sizes. He will never guess.

I wait, my heart in my throat to see if we have done

the impossible this year. He shakes the box, and closes

his eyes. How did he know? In wonder I look at my

father, he must be magic. He always knows. The rest of

the presents are opened one by one, each child watching

with delight to see others open the special gifts they have

picked of each other. The pile goes on forever, but

eventually the fun comes to an end. Now we get to play,

in the snow, and with the new toys we have waited forever, to get.

Helping with supper, turkey and potatoes, lots and lots of veggies.

The best pies ever, a whole mountain of them.

I am so full, and sleepy. I trudge up to bed with a feeling of

emptiness. I have waited and waited for this day and it

is all over with. But it was a good one, they are all

good ones. I curl up under my covers, my toes are cold like

frozen blocks of snow. Outside my window the wind howls

and soothes me to sleep.

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I love the journaling! Your 2 page spread looks like a treasured book. Beautiful job on it and thanks for joining the challenge!

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