COLD

I dont like the cold. If I wear enough clothes to stay warm, I cant move. I think I still have toes. lol. But it wouldnt feel like Christmas if is wasnt cold. As a child I would dream of having a white Christmas. Snow on the ground riding my sled to Grandma's house. I think as we get older we get sooo wrapped up in all our everyday chores that we forget the magic. The magic of dancing in the rain or running around in the yard with our mouths open trying to catch the first few flakes of snow that fall. We get in such a hurry to going from house to house at Christmas that we forget why we even wanted to go there in the first place. We forget to sit and listen to the stories of our family. To laugh and love. Its not about what is under the tree but what is under our skin. The joy of the season is often lost in the "present"ation. This year as I sit and listen to my family talk I will try to take it all in and guard the memories in my heart. Will my children remember that they didnt get that new cd or will they remember that we all sat around the table laughing and loving? I remember the Christmas that I spent a whole day wrapping my aunt's Christmas presents for her cause she was too sick to wrap them herself. She would tell me whos gift it was and the tell me which paper to wrap the present in. She died later that week just a week before Christmas. I dont remember what I got for Christmas that year just that she gave me the best gift of all that year. Her love and memories. Time is the most precious gift of all.