Christmas morning 2013 was ushered in with picturesque snowflakes
falling as the boys sat in front of the Christmas tree waiting patiently to see
if they landed on Santa’s “nice” list. I
secretly love December because of the Santa trump card. Phrases exit my mouth such as “I wouldn’t do
that, Santa could be watching” or “Santa certainly would not appreciate you
hitting your bother.” Come January I am
all out of verbal ammo which results in the over utilization of an oldie but
goody, “because I said so.” Regardless,
the boys ripped into presents while Jamie and I masterfully extracted the toys
from the packaging. After a few years,
one becomes rather proficient in getting through the clam packaging, multiple twisty
ties, masking tape and clear rubber bindings in record time without leaking
even one word of profanity.
Most notably, every year it gets more fun watching them open
their presents and hearing Riley yell the inevitable, “this is what I have
always wanted” after each present is unveiled.
As a young child I could never understand why my mom thought it was so
fun to watch my brother and I open presents when she knew she wasn’t getting anything…
Now I understand.
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