Christmas Wishes

May your children be nestled with visions of sugarplums, rather than restless with hacking coughs and stuffy noses.

May you not have to hear Barbra Streisand sing ja-Jingle Bells.

May you remember that Santa is always watching, but that he’s pretty forgiving.

May you not cut off and sell your beautiful long hair to buy your husband a watch fob, only to find that he’s sold his watch in order to buy you hair clips.

May your cinnamon rolls rise.

May snow fall, but not until you’re safe at home.

May your place of employ give you a better Christmas bonus than a coffee mug and a window cling. But if not, may you go with your co-workers to deliver Giving Tree gifts and realize how truly blessed you are anyway.

May you not have to go anywhere near a mall for the next two weeks.

May your car stop making that weird noise because there’s no money left.

May you and your loved ones be surrounded by loved ones.

May your 1-year-old with erratic sleep habits go to bed on time on Christmas Eve so that you can put together the wooden play kitchen that Santa dumped, unassembled, on your front porch last month. May the directions be easy to follow and the electric screwdriver fully charged. May your children like the kitchen better than the big box it came in.

May you wear elastic-waist pants for Christmas dinner.

May the children in your life have sparkly eyes, sticky fingers, and an undimmed sense of wonder. May they sit still for at least one good picture.

May there be peace on earth.

May you get your heart’s desire.

May all your Christmases be just right.

Comments

aimee said…

Beautiful and oh so true!
Thanks Krista and Merry Christmas!

9:29 PM

Anonymous said…

Cute picture of the girls. That was also a cute picture of Phoebe in your previous post. Was that the dress that I gave her? May all of your Christmas wishes come true, also. We will miss you, but hope that you have a great time anyway!

Love,
Mom

10:03 AM

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