Christmas in momsterland
Christmas in momsterland veered towards dirty tissues from runny noses and sneezes, microwave cooking and a bunch of cynical lines I have made up as a way of dealing with the parade of my 4 year-olds mischievous behaviors. my two apprentice hooligans. and I've learned a few things. like, if you buy your children toys that require batteries, then don't forget to buy the batteries. or how to mention Santa and his cellphone number even a day after Christmas. yes, I did that too.
Sean and Will woke up and had forgotten all about the cookies and the glass of milk. and then, slowly, they remembered. the feeling of gleeful excitement seeping out of them was too much to contain. they ricocheted around the tree for a few seconds and then rushed and ripped frenetically. Dora's rescue center. Buzz Lightyear. Elefun. the palpitation in their eyes. hands shivering with jubilation. exuding happiness from every pore of their little bodies.
for a mother. the best Christmas present ever.
Reader Comments (11)
Um, and I called and talked to Santa's elf on Christmas eve when Jerrett didn't want to clean his room. Don't feel bad! I threatened to call today too when he was crying that he didn't like the toys Santa brought.
Merry Christmas, Irene!