Slept in on Christmas Day for the first time, well, ever. Not like when I was a child. We’d get up way before sunup, sneak down the hall to see if Santa had come, notice the pile of presents and missing cookies and milk; then run to Mom’s and Dad’s bedroom to announce the news.
Sometimes, it would still be 1:00 or 2:00 a.m. and they’d send us back to bed until, maybe, 4:30. My kids did the same. I don’t think we ever made it past 5:30. But I slept until 7:15 a.m. this morning, and, yes, that’s sleeping in for me.
Went to the Candle Light Service last night at 6:00 p.m. Came home, took an allergy pill, stretched out on the couch to watch It’s a Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart, heard George Bailey yelling at Uncle Billy, then Clarence the angel saying something I couldn’t quite understand; then the 10:00 news was on and Charlotte was trying to convince me my bed was a better place to spend the night.
So I’m up now, reading all the Christmas wishes from FB friends, thinking of grandchildren spread over three states who are probably finished opening gifts by now, smelling coffee Char is brewing in the kitchen . . .
And remembering my Savior’s birthday.
It is a wonderful life!