This morning, I had some serious Christmas fun. A sweet couple with two little boys moved into the McKinneys’ house this summer, and the fellas will find on their doorstep today a request for address verification from the North Pole. Their mom is totally in on it.
I was inspired by my Granny, who knew how to show kids a good time. She used to call my baby cousin Dane (he’s married with three kids now, but he’s still my precious angel) and tell him she was Mrs. Claus. They would have a long conversation about the toys he was hoping for. Granny made that call every Christmas Eve—probably until he was driving, knowing her. (That's Dane pictured above, with his Uncle Rich next to his Grandma's Christmas tree.)
I’ve heard Daddy talk about the way Granny would shop for everybody when she worked at Loveman’s—how she loved wrapping presents and always had the prettiest ones under the tree. Sadly, I do not share that gift (no pun intended). Loved ones have been known to make fun of my wrapping, and I can’t say I blame them. I’m terrible at it. No patience. No vision. Just get some paper around those Dearfoams and move on! Bow optional.
While it’s true my gifts sometimes look like a preschooler wrapped them, I do love surprise opportunities to make people happy. Those seem to appear more readily at Christmas.
Nothing makes you feel better than making somebody else happy, just because. It doesn’t take a grand gesture or an expensive gift. Sometimes a cupcake will do the trick.
It’s all about love and joy freely shared, with no expectation of anything in return. Let’s try that:)
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