Because my son is no longer excited about Christmas and just wants to play video games with his friends, I am thinking of all of the wonderful Christmases when he squealed with joy. His first Christmas he wasn’t really interested in his presents, but had lots of fun taking everything out of Grammie’s cupboards and spreading it all over the floor. The next year his favorite present was watching me hit myself in the face with his Thomas the Train tent as I assembled it. Jumping up and down he screamed “Again, Again!”
Each year there have been shrieks of joy which filled my heart. And, my gift for all of my hard work tracking down everything on his list were the magic words “This is the best Christmas Ever!” All of these wonderful memories echo in my head and fill my heart. This year my gift is treasuring the Ghosts of Christmas Past.