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Saturday, December 26, 2009
Christmas Morning 2009
It's been said that to wake up on Christmas morning is to regret for a moment not being a child. Isn't that the truth?
It's also true that five minutes after beginning to open the packages, the regret begins that the opening wasn't savored a little longer.
Now begins the long wait until Spring.
But wasn't it fun while it lasted?
Next year will be tweaked a bit. We'll keep better lists of gifts. We'll get better pictures for cards. We'll meet with friends more often and laugh lots. We'll definitely get our flu shots and start wrapping a little earlier. And there will be lots less complaining for sure. We'll learn from this year. That's what we'll do.
Retired teacher, MaEd Counseling, Married, two adult sons, one fabulous daughter-in-law, two granddaughters. Trying like crazy to make something of retirement. I love getting up at 9AM and love hanging out wherever and whenever I choose, but I'm trying to add meaning. Meaning. Isn't that what we're all after?