Last night was the quietest Christmas eve I’ve had since my son was born. There were no toy trains to put together, no “kitchen suites” for my daughter that require detailed work and weird screwdrivers and Allen wrenches and Hex keys.
After years of bitching and moaning because it’s 2AM and I still have things to do before bed, the sad truth is that I missed it. Every minute of it, from It’s A Wonderful Life being on in the background (watched it again last night, what a great movie. Best line: “Aw, youth is wasted on all the wrong people!”) to the traditional “I didn’t have that many beer, did I?” and will now have to wait until grandchildren to buy the next train set.
It’s electronics and calling friends and getting together and it’s not quite the four of us cozy on Christmas morning like it used to be, but it’s the way it should be since you can’t keep your kids from growing up.
Right? I mean, someone didn’t come up with some magic pill that you haven’t told me about? Merry Christmas everyone, and if you have a small child in your life enjoy this day, drink it in.
Time passes way too quickly. Just does.