Hi, everyone, i thought i would share my Christmas story. Happy Tuesday!!!

Do you remember counting down those days until you could wake up to find that Santa brought you the perfect gift that you had asked for? Do you remember how excited you were? Of course you do!! Whether it was a slinky or the newest doll with the fancy slippers and lace trimmed dress – you know what that special gift was for you.

But, I remember one year when I was 12, I had decided that getting a ‘doll’ for Christmas was just not within my age category. Now knowing everything at age 12, I thought it time to be a grown up and get something a bit more practical. After all, I strived for all those A’s and to be the teachers pet in every one of my classes! So, I had thought long and hard one day about what that meaningful and practical gift could be. A desk! Yes, a desk would be perfect! I could sort out my homework and have a place to stack up my books – you know like big girls do! Ok, yes, I was a nerd then, and well, still today have tidbits of my nerdiness shine through, but hey that’s me!

10 days until Christmas, 5 day, 4 days, and finally, Christmas Eve. I was very excited about my new grown up perspective. Wow, me getting a desk! How cool would that make me! My sister (three years younger) and I went to bed that evening like our crazy little selves and of course were bright eyed awake at 3:30am on Christmas morning.

My sister and I raced out to the living room we had raced to so many times before and there before my sister was a beautiful pink toned doll with bright blue eye, lacy bonnet, and ribbon tied dress. She was so beautiful! My sister’s eyes were bigger than the bulbs on the Christmas tree! I was so excited for her! And, then I turned for my surprise and there was a …DESK. I glanced over at my sister as she was squeezing her doll and running through a million names to call her and I looked back at my…. DESK, a dark wood, cold table with a matching chair. How in the world can I hug that??

My weeks and weeks of eagerness waiting for the perfect present (a perfect desk) were painfully crushed by the realism that a doll is still the only think my heart ever wanted.

My mom and dad could tell by the look on my face and now looking back at the faces I recall – they knew I wasn’t ready to give up the glory of childhood and pass on a doll for Christmas – but they let me live through my choices.

Because of that moment in my life, I no longer insist I need to grow up but rather live every holiday and birthday party like I am 12!

Turns out that was the worst Christmas ever, but, I’ve had phenomenal ones since then and they are not because of a piece of furniture!

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