RobArt Penguin

The holiday season is a mixed bag for me. I have many good memories but it’s the memories themselves that remind me of change. I’m one of the elders now. All of the people older than me in my family have passed. I remember the ceremony my Grandmother put around her famous dishes, pork pie, stolen, and flaming plum pudding. I remember my parents wrapping to wee hours in the night, while we were pretending to be asleep. As a typical adult, the fun of Christmas diminished a bit as I became jaded, but it was renewed when my kids we little. I had so much fun watching them get excited as they opened presents. I loved eating the milk and cookies that my daughter put out so she would think Santa had come. My kids are grown up. We have nice gatherings, but that innocent excitement has faded. My sister has grandkids now, so I have that to look forward to. I usually feel a relief when Christmas is over. Expectations get back to normal and I can relax. Until then, I will have my Eggnog tonight.