dinner was great. everyone is sleeping. watching fred claus.
~thinking about how wonderful it is to be here, now. lots more changes on the horizon.
samantha and i will exchange gifts at midnight. i cant wait to see how she likes her gifts. and cant wait to see what she got me. she loves to tell. i dont want to know.
...i had just turned 9 the christmas of 1970. its the christmas i remember the most. i asked for a particular brunette doll who's hair grew. i had asked for other things as well but this was my hearts desire. ~so not me today, if i could go back and change it, id have asked for a suitcase~ one afternoon i was in the house alone. i peeked under my moms bed, god knows why and there she was... Mia. i was sure my mom had gotten her for me.
now in our house presents exchanged within the family were wrapped, but santa claus didnt wrap gifts, he left them in piles for each kid, with their stocking on top...
i raced downstairs christmas morning and to my shock and dismay, there was mia, the growing hair doll in a chair from santa claus along with all the other things i'd seen under the bed. it ruined christmas and i just wished i hadnt looked. i never peeked again.
