I am home, and in my jammies. The past few days has been a blur of shopping and preparing.
A quick holiday tale, before I drift off to dreamland, and visions of sugarplums start dancing in my head.
Back in the day, my family used to have large family dinners for Christmas. The night before, we’d finish baking and decorating the cookies, and do the final prep-work for the stuffing and other holiday foods. Eventually, I would tire off and head off to bed.
Even as a child, I would listen to the radio to fall asleep. And when I was about 6 or so, on Christmas eve, as I was falling asleep, the DJ on the radio said:
We are hearing reports of a UFO flying over Europe…
I ran downstairs in a mad panic, crying to my Mom that a UFO was coming! “A UFO, Mom! ALIENS!!!”
I was in tears and terrified.
She smiled at me, may have even stifled a giggle, and said, “Honey, I think they’re talking about Santa.”
I guess I’ve always been a little slow on the uptake.
That memory came back to me today, and made me smile.