A little girl full of anticipation, skipping steps on her way. It is Christmas morning, the culmination of the Advent season. This is the day she has been waiting for.
The star sits atop a tinsel strewn tree. Memories hang from the evergreen branches, like the ornament marking the day she was born.
Her eager eyes take in the gifts, wrapped in colorful greens and reds, and out of the corner of her eye she spies full stockings hanging on the mantel.
The mystery of the gifts is revealed with each rip and tear of holiday paper. And all the excitement of the last four weeks dissolves.
That girl is now a woman. A Mom. And although the people have changed, the scene above repeats itself every year, bar one thing.
The little one could not wait until "the Day". It used to be all about the presents. But the woman has learned a few things over the years.
The woman is me.
May we "slow down and smell" the wonder of this glorious season and remember why it's more then just a special day.
Linking today with Lisa-Jo…
What a great piece of writing!
ReplyDeleteI love the line, "Memories hang from the evergreen branches.."
And I love how this "little girl" became you as a woman and you depicted that change.
I'm visiting via 5MF today. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for your comment, Jess! I appreciate your kind encouragement!
ReplyDeleteI really like your writing style and your transition to it being your own story.
ReplyDeleteI love the anticipation and preparation of Christmas too! Happy Friday, Christy.
I remember growing up with the tinsel on the tree.. why don't I mess with that??? I think I might add that to my tree this year!
ReplyDeleteLoved your words and trip down memory lane!