I know, I know. You must be wondering why I’m writing again when I just wrote that letter earlier in the week. Well since I just posted about appreciated things while you still have them I would feel remiss if I did not thank you.
Me and Eva have had several long talk and as of approx. 6 PM today, we are back together. I spent part of Christmas morning with her and Daybreak before heading to The Godmother’s and later on in the day at her mom’s who then insisted I stay for a while.
I found myself started to question if I was right during the summer. If needing people was only inviting trouble. But I would like to think I have felt all I have just to prove that my younger self was wrong. That I cannot make it through life without others. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I wasn’t miserable.
Now seeing as how Mami will be giving birth soon, I can only pray that you make it two for two.
Thanks for the comments, Fbook messages, and emails in response to my last post folks, you have no idea how much I appreciated them.
I spent the weekend and Monday in Delaware with my family for my grandmére’s
surprise birthday party. I saw my cousins and aunts who I normally see only once a year, I came down with a slight cold, I watched the Ravens whoop on the Cowboys, and I have a scar on my fingers from playing so much pool. All in all, it was a blast.
Yesterday was filled with doing my last round of Christmas shopping, playing with my puppy, and then meeting The Spawn at a bar in Raleigh where we spent the night hanging out with his friends, trying to get one of his friends a date, laughing at our incredibly intoxicated friend, and in general just goofing off. I had never been to this bar or any other, I’ve been to plenty of clubs sure but never to a bar. Must say that I enjoyed that experience.
I am supposed to be meeting Eva today as she asked me to come by sometime this evening. For what purpose exactly, I don’t know yet but I am trying not to have a panic attack thinking about the possible outcome. Fingers crossed, kids.
But now I need to head to the grocery store since I am cooking my friends breakfast this morning. Rachel Ray and Paula Dean really are my therapists. Hmm, wonder what they charge by the hour?
Last but not least, if you are in the Raleigh area tonight around 7 or 8 and you see a group of people wearing Santa hats then look sharp, because one of them is most likely myself.
A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!
Sorry for the serious lack of posting as of late folks, between trying to do well on my exams on top of the…well, the end of me and Eva’s relationship my heart hasn’t really been set on blogging. So hopefully this week’s assignment from Mama Kat will improve my mood some.
1.) Write or share a letter to Santa
I must first apologize for the long communications blackout. I lost my faith in your magic when I was 6 and I suppose I’m trying to find it again. I would like to hope you remember the kid who along with his little sister would leave you a PB & J sandwich along with a mug of chilled milk. After all, you have to know the address of every little kid in the world, so I figure it’s not too much a long shot.
Normally this would be the part where I tell you what I want for Christmas. I’m a tad bit old for toys despite the saying about “boys and their toys”, although I have to be honest and admit that a Macbook would not be unappreciated.
What I want can be summed up in two items:
One, I want Mami to go through a safe and successful labour and for Los Gemelos Nuevos to be born as a healthy little boy and girl. She has lost too much as is and I want my little brother and sister/godchildren to grow up, be happy in what they do, and give me nieces and nephews to spoil.
Two, and I know this one is a biggie, I want to be able to keep my promise to Daybreak and see her on Christmas. Consider it my last request as her father figure.
If I can have those two things then I would be entirely satisfied Mr. Kringle.
Please and Thank You,
Before I tell this story, I need to give you folks a bit of background info about Daybreak’s shall we say…suspicious nature. She has been asking if Santa Claus is really real since yesterday when one of the kids she goes to preschool with made her cry by yelling at her that there was no such person. Little brat. So when she asked if we could go to the mall for her to see Santa we were, needless to say, a bit surprised and a bit more confused. You would think we knew by now that we were in for craziness.
With my fingers slightly numb — from shopping bags, not the weather — me and Eva watched as Daybreak tentatively approached her goal. I would not have been surprised to find little beads of sweat peppered across her forehead. She stopped a few feet short and wide green eyes turned to me and her mom with a classic deer-in-the-headlights expression. She shook her head and ran back into Eva’s legs.
Eva: “What’s wrong Daybreak?”
Daybreak: “I’m scared.”
Me: “Of what?”
Eva: “Speak up, I can’t hear you when you talk into your coat.”
Daybreak: “What if…what if he doesn’t like me?”
Me: “He’s Santa Sweetie, if he liked me as a kid then you are a shoe in for the nice list.”
Me: “Cross my heart and hope to drink milk.”
Daybreak: “I believe you. OK, I am going to talk to Santa.”
She frowns in determination and strides forward, looking as if she were marching to war instead of telling the mall Santa what she wanted for Christmas. Me and Eva can’t look at each other because we know we’d crack up laughing if that happened.
Santa: “So little miss, have you been a good girl this year?”
Daybreak: “I think so. Although my mommy says I’m per–pre–precoash…”
Daybreak: “Yes! Wow you’re smart Santa.”
Santa: “Why thank you.”
Daybreak: “You’re welcome. So since I’ve been good does that mean I get to tell you what I want?”
Santa: “Yes I do believe it does.”
Daybreak: “Goody. I only have one thing to ask you for…”
And this point she leans into his ear and starts whispering while looking back at us every few moments. Finally, she gets off his lap and heads over to mingle with the group of kids playing and sucking on free candy canes. Seeing as how Daybreak was the last child at the moment, the Santa waved us over.
Santa: “Do you know what she wanted?”
Eva: “Considering how she kept looking back at us, I’m assuming we’re involved somehow. But for the life of me, I don’t know.”
Me: “Me neither.”
Santa: “She told me that all she wanted was for her ‘Mommy’ and ‘Papa’, you two, to be with her on Christmas morning. She told me that if that happened, then she knew I really must be real.”
Me: “Since we planned on being together for Christmas that is no problem.”
Santa: “Good. Listen I’ve done this for about 15 years and I’ve talked to a lot of kids. The ones who don’t want some new toy or the like are few and far between. Don’t disappoint her.”
Eva: “We won’t. Merry Christmas Santa.”
Me: “Merry Christmas Mr. Kringle.”
Santa: “And a merry Christmas to you both as well. Remember, ‘he knows.'”
What does Christmas mean to you?
Well in my case,
- singing carols with breaks for hot chocolate and hot apple cider
- watching the excitement of a young child as they loudly thank Santa for his yearly bounty
- enjoying the chaos that surrounds the shopping centers and malls.
- reading these words to young ones, “…and all through the house, not a creature was stirring. Not even a mouse.”
- deciding what decorations should adorn the tree this year.
- the smell of freshly baked gingerbread trees.
- making a mouth-watering meal for Christmas.
- the pit-pat of little feet rushing to presents.
- snuggling under a blanket with a loved one.
- walking down the street and taking in all the decorations from nativity scenes to lights as far as the eye can see.
- leaving a plate of cookies and milk for Santa on Christmas Eve.
- curling up on the couch to watch It’s A Wonderful Life, A Charlie Brown Christmas, Miracle on 34th Street, and A Christmas Story.
- going to sleep early and then waking up at dawn on Christmas morning to open presents, even years after you stop believing in Santa.
- remembering the nervousness that characterized the wait between your letter to the North Pole and Christmas as you pondered your fate- were you naughty or nice?
- remembering when you yourself were small and you would sit in the lap of a mall Santa, a long wishlist on the tip of your tongue.
- the smile that lights your face the first time the tree is lit.
- being wrapped up in loved ones and them being wrapped up in you.
I think that about sums it up.
So what does Christmas mean for you folks?