Watching and Waiting
Remember when you were a youngster waiting for Christmas? The wait was unbearable. You would sit by the Christmas tree and stare at the packages. Shake a few. Try to see if anything could be seen through the wrapping paper. If you were really a trouble maker you might actually open up that big one, take a peek, and try to wrap it back up.
Yeah, I did that. Once. My mom was little but she was tough.
Maybe it’s just me. But waiting is not easy; especially at this time of the year.
I am a little embarrassed by one of my Christmas waiting memories.
I wanted a toy machine gun. Yeah, I know. Not exactly what we’re supposed to be getting our kids these days. But this was about 1964 – and all the kids in our little town liked to play Army.