"Have a Merry Christmas...or I'll eat your children."
Seriously, though, for me, the packages have all been wrapped, then unwrapped, then ogled, then opened (stupid plastic blister-packing), then broken, then tried on (no three-armed sweaters this year...YAY!)... all for the sake of the holiday season.
I opened one package from my young cousin. I was there in Des Moines when she was born and remember her crying for others, but not me. We would chase each other around corners at my house (she was 2, I was 19...you're never too old) and I remember her playful laughter, then calling out my name "Blaaaaa-aaaaine," though because she was still working on her B's, she reduced it to "Maaaaa-aaaaaine." Next year, she starts driving. She's growing up...and now I know how my parents feel watching ME get older.
Anyway, she gave me a picture frame this year that she painstakingly decorated with paint, stars and endless amounts of glitter. She has always given me something she's painted/glued/assembled on her own. It's a Christmas tradition. And I think she found a way to put love in a Christmas present.
Whether you're with family and friends or just have a couple of people (or a cat) to keep you warm and snuggly this Christmas Eve night, I wish you all the best and hope you find everything you're looking for in the coming year...including the glitter.
-B-
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