Few morning’s dawn so full of life and promise as Christmas morning. We were a household of adults bounding eagerly from our slumbers this morning, and yet bound we did. To stockings full of sweet and handy surprises. To shared delight and curiosity ‘what did you get’ asked repeatedly, even from those who stuffed the stockings.
And then, what next. Time for breakfast, or straight on to presents? Presents it is. Slower now, paying attention to one and then the other. Flipping through the new world presented in a book. Trying on the lightly lacey scarf. Assembling a new bike repair stand ‘just to see how it works.’
We were a household of adults, transmuted to children by stacks of waffles and bacon. By hot fragrant stewed apples. By the joy of the day shared, and maybe even by silly hats.