Monday, December 5, 2011

I Believe

His eyes how they twinkled. His dimples how merry. His cheeks were like roses. His nose like a cherry.

We've read Clement Clarke Moore's The Night Before Christmas every year since the girls were small. I read it to my children. I probably just read it for myself. A story that kicks in when we are little and one we know by rote by the time we have grandchildren.

I remember one snowy Christmas Eve standing in front of our picture window in Wisconsin looking at the gigantic flakes drifting to the already white ground. The thought hung in my head like a Christmas stocking on the mantel. "I believe. I believe."

This is the year that Gabby learned the truth about Santa, the Toothfairy, the Easter Bunny. A rough time in our house. I think we all cried giving up the mythical dreams of those night visitors. "I believe."

Every night Gabby and I try to read a Christmas story. I have quite a few children's books by now and still love to read them. She bones up on her reading, and I get snuggle time with my sweet granddaughter. Her first choice of books was Snoopy's Christmas. Her second.....

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow. And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. 

Last night we decorated the house. My daughter's collection of Santa's line the countertop. Santa with toys, Santa with fishing pole, Santa in a kilt (didn't know he was Scottish) and Santa with his feet resting before the fire. To walk into our home, one would immediately come to the conclusions that indeed we believe in the jolly old elf.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth. And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.

"Grammy..."


"Yes, Gabby."

"Santa shouldn't smoke."

Hm.

I believe.


On Neff Road today: Sentimental Journey/ The gift of words

2 comments:

  1. My favorite line from a Christmas song -- As for me and Grandpa, we believe!

    I figure this is our last year of having Amara believe. She has to many friends with older siblings who keep telling tales. We are running about a year behind you and Gabby. Merry Christmas!

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  2. I love that line, too, even if Grandma did get ran over by a reindeer!

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