I am sitting here tonight with my ever faithful dog right next to me. Rusty is watching t.v. and everyone else just left to see a movie. I house is still.
This year the girls have finally gotten why I love Christmas so much. Both of the girls have told me that over the years they use to hate it when I would make them pick out a toy, or some clothing, just so I could give it away. Now they are looking back and laughing.
My Nikki is called a mouse. My dad has always called her that, so it is still sticking. Back in the summer Amber found some mouse fleece, so she bought it and made a blanket for Nikki. All day Nikki has been saying "Look what my sister made for me".
My mom cried when I gave her the scarf that I made out of my dads old ties. I am so glad that she liked it.
Warren cried when he got his quilt. He was so happy that someone actually thought of him.
Nikki's boyfriend Chris had a nice Christmas. He did not want to spend Christmas with us because he said that he was intruding. He did not even want to come watch us open gifts. My mom finally told him to get his ass down stairs. To his surprise he had gift's waiting for him. I bought Chris a pack of socks, since all of his old socks had holes in them. My mom bought him an air matres since he has been sleeping on the cold floor.
Tonight I am so proud of Chris because he has learned that Christmas is not about the price tag that hangs off something, but rather it is about knowing that people care.
Tonight I am proud of Nikki, for never being to good for a homemade Christmas gift.
Tonight I am proud of Amber, because she really put time and thought into Nikki's gift, and that is worth so much more then any gold coin.
Tonight I am proud of myself because I have influenced these lives and I am getting to see what wonderful young adults they are becoming. So I as I sit here drinking out of my new Winnie the pooh cup, I am so thrilled.
It is time for me to slip into a nice bath and just smile at the fact that my children have finally gotten the meaning of Christmas.
LIFE IS GOOD