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With apologies to Clement Moore

'Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring unless you count the PC's mouse.
Stockings were emptied; under the tree was bare.
Saint Nick had come through, mostly with stuff to wear.
Grown children were nestled, hung over in their beds,
Wishing for Tylenol to still the ache in their heads.

Okay, it's not actually that bad. My son no longer lives at home, so I don't know if he is indeed hungover, but he can't be still asleep because he's working. And my daughter, who's home from college, did sleep in, but it was because she stayed up to watch Meet the Robinsons, not because she had been drinking. That's a really nice Disney animated movie that's both spec fic and family-oriented. If you haven't seen it, you might really enjoy it.

But Christmas is very different now that my kids are grown-ups. I did the stockings during the afternoon; no one even peeked. Most everything was "wrapped" in gift bags— I can claim it's for environmental reasons since we reuse them for years, but mostly I have just gotten lazy. And, the real giveaway, the "kids" now want clothes for Christmas.

Casting our family into stark contrast, we went down to my niece's for Christmas dinner. She and her husband live about an hour away in the outer suburbs of Northern Virginia. They have two boys, a one-year-old and a three-year-old. What a difference that makes! The three-year-old had been sick, which made him more demanding, but he was still fun to watch as he played with his new toys. Toys have gotten more complicated since my kids were small, but the one-year-old seemed to get the most fun from tearing the wrapping paper into tiny bits. Even more fun to watch!

The best of all possible Christmases:

snow on the ground but roads are clear .... check
family present and well .... check
little kids around but I don't have to change diapers or clean up after them .... check

So, here's hoping you got what you wanted from the holiday, and all the best for the new year!

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Dec. 26th, 2009 07:25 pm (UTC)
Hi! I found your post journal surfing and wanted to tell you that the line about the children wanting clothes made me smile. I've always said (now that I'm a grown child of 28) that you know you're growing up when you actually WANT socks for Christmas! Thanks for posting an entry that made me smile!
Dec. 26th, 2009 07:37 pm (UTC)
You're welcome! Hope Santa was good to you in whatever manner you wanted-- clothes or "toys."
Dec. 26th, 2009 11:11 pm (UTC)
Isn't it great to be able to interact with kids who, when they need changing, disciplining or cleaning in some way, belong to someone else!!?? Ah, it's the best.

I loved raising my kids. I am not over it. My mom has loved telling me through the years, "You'll miss it when they're gone!" Um...no. I miss them if I don't see them. I love to be with them. But I don't want to be with them exclusively. I don't want them to be little again. I LIKE who they are now!!! It's fun.
Dec. 26th, 2009 11:15 pm (UTC)
It is fun! We have a wonderful cat because my son and a friend of his could not leave a little kitten to starve or freeze in the street. Well, and also I am a sucker for kittens. I would not have missed my kids' growing up years for anything but every age has its advantages.

Happy New Year!
Dec. 26th, 2009 11:19 pm (UTC)
You too, my dear!
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