The stockings were hung and had been filled with love.  It seemed like I had just fallen into dream-land when I heard the whispers and giggles coming from downstairs.  The next thing I knew my daughter was opening the bedroom door, "C'mon!  Get up, Santa came!"  Huh…wha…kay…..comin'…..  This is a phenomena that happened sometime in past 5 years.  I can't seem to speak in full words before at least 1/2 cup of coffee and a few drags off a smoke.  "Mom!  Mommy?!  Aren't you coming down?", my daughter questioned.   I replied in my hoarse voice, "Yeah…I'm comin'…one sec……………..".   Sydney is starting to sound annoyed, "You said that 10 minutes ago!!"  "Move, Pamela!", I yelled at myself.  "Just get your legs over the edge of the bed, find your glasses, put on your robe, and walk slowly down the stairs.  Just do it!  There is hot coffee ready and waiting for you.  There is a smoke waiting to be lit  You can do it!  The 4 kids are all waiting for you!!!"

Well, I made it down that flight of stairs, poured my steaming hot cup of java and watched the end of my cancer-stick glowing.  I was awake as I was going to get and it was good enough.  I could see my children open their gifts.  I could see their smiles.  I could hear the delight in their voices.  I could watch wrapping paper flying through the air.  All was good on this Christmas morning.

So our dinner is done, the kids are happy and I am too.  I have drank way too much coffee, smoked too many smokes, ate too much food and I am ready to go back to bed.  I sat quietly alone, sipping a glass of Christmas wine, I enjoyed hearing the last few hours of Christmas music on the radio.   Another Christmas  is over in just a flash.  In these last hours, my heart is filled with memories that last and last.

I hope you all had a blessed Christmas.  I hope you all had time to pray and time to smile, and just for yourself.  Most of all, I hope you all took time to pray and think of the thousands of families off in distant lands.  Their lives and families maybe not as happy as our own.  I hope you realized your blessings, because I think of all of you as my blessings.  Each and every one of you have been counted one by one.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

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