Upon the eve of Christmas, I think of past Christmas eves spent with family anxiously awaiting presents, reactions to the gifts, and just the general feeling of warmth and cheer. Cameras attempting to capture every second of baby's first Christmas, George snoozing between gift openings, and Bandit shredding the gift wrap. The wood stove is cranked up so everyone is perspiring profusely and ultimately Violet exclaiming, "Is anyone else hot in here?" There is the smell of fried appetizers wafting from the kitchen and occasionally I will have to sample some. There are also cookies, pies, dips, and other good things to eat. Then, all to soon, the presents are open and they are packed away. But, the feeling of good cheer lingers for awhile before getting filed away to be remembered again.
