Well, another year has come and gone...to be honest, I was a little blue at Christmas this year. Being an empty nester definitely has it's advantages, but when it comes to the holidays, I want all my chicks in the nest. I miss the days with the kids when we would bake cookies, make candy, and sip hot cocoa. I miss pulling out all the ornaments and oohing and aahing over each one remembering the time and place we got it. Gone are the days when the kids would argue over who had to fluff the branches, or who had to help wrap the packages. No, this year was different. I almost didn't put up a tree, it took me weeks to decide. I brought all the boxes down from the attic, and when I started to open them I got very sad and depressed. I cried all day! So I left them in the dining room, and prepared for our vacation instead. When we came back home on December 12th they were still there, waiting for me...almost calling me to put them up and bring the holiday spirit into the house. So, I tearfully called my oldest, then my youngest and set a date for them to come and help. I was happy again. Until they called me the Christmas Nazi...so much for family time spent together. But hey, even that is a memory, right?
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