I can't even begin to guess how many hours went into researching and then purchasing Christmas gifts for the girls. At our house, Santa tries hard to find toys that will encourage creativity, inspire thought and problem solving, spark imagination and promote communication. And given the shear amount of toys out there for today's kids, Santa quickly finds him....er...herself lost in an abyss of options. They don't call it Amazon for nothing. Then there's Santa's least favorite chore...wrapping. Santa wishes it came without ribbons and came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags! Santa's heart feels three sizes too small when it comes to scotch tape and gift wrap. The hours put into our Christmas production seem immeasurable. And we pride ourselves on a small scale affair. Then the blessed morning arrives. We go downstairs around 7 a.m. and as the last piece of wrapping gets torn Jerry and I find ourselves sitting amongst a mountain of boxes, the aftermath of Christmas fall-out still heavy in the air...in disbelief that it is only 7:17 a.m. I guess this would be how a Macy's balloon must feel after the Thanksgiving Day Parade...that is if they could actually feel "deflated". It was seventeen short minutes of happy pandemonium. Was it worth it? You bet. It is pure magic.
Above are the girls at Macy's holiday window display.
Sarah and Jerry, your children are angels. Seeing pictures of them lifts my heart and makes me smile. Some day I hope to meet them and see the two of you. Love ya, Aunt Jenny
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