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It is that time of year of reflection and hope.  Unfortunately, all of that seems to get jumbled up with anxiety filled thoughts of wondering what time the wine shop closes because I need to buy one last gift, or trying to estimate what is the best time to leave my house to beat the traffic on Christmas Eve to arrive at my sister’s house on time, because I definitely do not want a repeat of last year.

I often long for, which I am sure many adults do, the simpler times.  When the biggest conflicts in our lives would be trying to guess what is that funny shaped gift wrapped in green and white paper laying under the Christmas tree, or is Santa going to bring me that new doll I asked for this year.  Holiday parties at school, watching Christmas movies, and helping my mom decorate cookies, pretty much consumed my adolescent self during this time of year.  Now, I stress out from everything to what should I wear to the office holiday party to did I remember to take the price tag off of my nephew’s Christmas gift before I wrapped it last night.

If I could really ask Santa for one thing this year, it would be to go back in time.  To wake up on Christmas morning when it was still dark outside, tap my sister till she woke up, and run to the Christmas tree to see what Santa brought us.  Mom stirring from her bedroom, probably hearing our laughing and squealing from down the hall.  Dad slowly behind mom, making his way to the coffee pot.  My sister and I both shouting at our parents, “look at what Santa brought us!”.

The day would be spent playing with our toys and showing our relatives the gifts we received from Santa.  We would have a delicious dinner, followed by dessert, and spend the evening watching a Christmas movie and playing under the Christmas Tree.  Mom and Dad would tuck my sister and I into bed, and we would be so exhausted from the wonderful day we just had.  Thoughts of my new toys and playing with my friends tomorrow would consume my thoughts and I would fall into a deep sleep.  The kind of restful sleep only a child on Christmas can experience. 

8 thoughts on “My Christmas Wish

  1. Randy says:

    Beautiful precious memories. This slice brought tears of joy to my eyes as I remember those Christmas morns.Thank you for bringing back those simpler precious times.

    1. saidnell says:

      Christmas mornings are some of my favorite memories I will cherish forever ❤️🎄

  2. Amazing! Christmas memories filled my heart and tears of joy in my eyes ❤

    1. saidnell says:

      Christmas memories are truly the best! ❤️🎄☃️

  3. Katrina says:

    It’s the best memories to think back as a kid to remember the joy when you wake up and run to the tree to see all the presents Santa left for us! The joy and happiness. Waiting for everyone to wake up to open each gifts and see the excitement on everyone face. To look around at all the things you got. Now to experience with my own kids. To see their faces when they run down the stairs and see all the presents that Santa left them. To bring happness! Love it!

    1. saidnell says:

      Christmas mornings are always the best!! ❤️🎄☃️

  4. Cheryl Weimer says:

    My favorite writing so far. Such a great thought, to be able to travel back to our youth and experience Christmas one more time from the perspective of a child.

    1. saidnell says:

      Thank you! One of my favorites too. It would be nice to go back and just enjoy the time. Time really goes by too fast and we don’t always appreciate it until we are older. ❤️

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