3:00am and bam, I'm up like a firecracker on 4th of July. I role over to look at the clock, when I realize the disappointment it brings, I role back over and fight for sleep. While fighting I think of many things, such as, the joy awaiting me downstairs, the family, the church, the novia, the joy still awaiting my downstairs.
6:00am once again the excitement awakes me, thinking well I finally got to sleep after 4am. Knowing that the ninos and I decided that 7:30 would be a prime time to wake up, I made an executive decision to change that time to 7:00. That still leaves me 1 whole hour to impatiently wait, so I turn on the T.V. everything’s got “Paid Programming” on, so I flip it to 53 the channel of hell and boring programming. I spent the next hour amazed of how such a dim-witted show, Parental Control, can be on the air.
Finally 7:00 was here. I jumped out of my bed, having already put on my clothes, put in my contacts, and brushed my teeth while waiting. I run to the ninos room and wake them, how I’ve always wanted to be the one doing the waking-up instead of the on who has to be woken up.
We make it down stairs, staring at my goodies, only seeing by the multicolored lights coming off the tree; my heart was once again not disappointed. Waiting to touch them until the baby came out. Listening closely for the go signal, I over hear Kelley awaking the baby, who is terrified of that Santa guy. “Amy Jane wake up, Santa Came!!” a pause then the glorious words came from the baby “And he’s gone right?” She runs out and there goes the joy of playing with brand new toys.
How I love this holiday. Everything about it I delight in.
1 comment(s) from you.:
lol [like fo' real laugh out loud]
you're a cool boy (:
cause you love christmas so good
and i understand the little mermaid's fear of santa, but not her lickiness. but she coo', she coo'.
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