It ‘s 11:43 pm on Christmas Eve. I’m feeding the boy and thinking about wishes. Growing up at my house, Christmas meant getting what you wish for. Sometimes big wishes. Sometimes small. But with my Dad driving Santa’s sled there was never disappointment Christmas morning.
I’m not sure what I’ll find under the tree for me tomorrow. But as far as I’m concerned my wishes have already been granted. My stocking runneth over.
The only thing I hope for is that others like Kate and Sprogblogger and all the others get to feel the same next year at this time.
Happy Merry to all.