Waiting For Christmas
I can still remember what it was like as a child waiting for Christmas to arrive. The anticipation was, at times, almost unbearable. It would begin with the Sears catalogue arriving at our home. My siblings and I would go through the toy section and begin to circle those items that we were hoping we would find under the Christmas tree. The Christmas decorations would begin to come out and be put around the house. The tree would go up. Soon the whole house began to feel like Christmas—which only increased the sense of anticipation I felt inside. Christmas Eve was always a tough one. I remember going to bed and hearing my parents downstairs rustling wrapping paper, going up and down the basement steps, and doing all the things parents do to set things up for Christmas morning. When Christmas morning came, we (that is, my siblings and I) always woke up much too early, often having to wait a bit before going downstairs to the tree. Finally permi...