“Even as an adult I find it difficult to sleep on Christmas Eve. Yuletide excitement is a potent caffeine, no matter your age.”

When I was a kid, this was the longest day of the year. I wanted it to be dark. I wanted to fall asleep. We’d start asking to go to bed round five. My mother would said no and continued to say no until the real bedtime. I always figured the fastest way for Santa to come was if I fell asleep early, but that didn’t happen. Once I was finally in bed, I tossed and turned and checked out the window every now and then for a weird light before I finally fell asleep. That Santa might have had a flight path never occurred to me.

I remember riding my bike to the store one Christmas Eve. There was no snow. I was getting either bread or milk. We always needed bread or milk or both. I was headed to the white store. I remember thinking Christmas Eve should be for loftier trips than to the corner store though I probably didn’t say loftier, maybe bigger, more important trips. After all, Christmas Eve is a special day unlike any other day.

This morning it snowed for maybe five minutes. The flakes were big and far between so only a few flakes stayed, but the amount doesn’t matter. It snowed on Christmas Eve, arguably a small amount for a miracle, but a miracle nonetheless, the most thoughtful of gifts.

A Christmas Carol was on TV Christmas Eves when I was a kid. It was the Alastair Sim’s Scrooge. It became my favorite. I was older then. Bedtime had less significance. I was excited by all the colors and lights of Christmas, anticipation, getting gifts and being surprised, but I could sleep just fine and there were no more peeks out the window.

Today is grey and cold. I’m going nowhere and I’m staying in my Christmas pajamas. I have a new pair, well half a new pair. The pants have a blue background and white silhouettes of deer, bears and wolves all amid a forest of different shaped white Christmas trees. I look festive. Groceries for the next few days were just delivered. Dinner for tomorrow will arrive later. The dogs each just had a frosted covered Christmas cookie. One got a hat and the other a decorated biscuit. The biscuits were from Wüfers. Henry licks his first while Nala just eats hers in no particular order. I have decorated trees for them for tomorrow and a few other small surprises, all decorated with icing. The cats are getting special treats and a couple of new toys with catnip. They both like catnip. Gwen is becoming furry again. She is starting to look better. I am so glad.

Tonight will be quiet, but I’ll scout around to find A Christmas Carol I haven’t seen. The films are getting more difficult to find, even the bad ones. They do make me chuckle, the bad ones. I’m on my third Christmas Carol today. This one is way different: All American Christmas Carol. Cindy, the Scrooge sort, has three kids from different fathers. She is described as trailer trash as she actually lives in a trailer with her kids and is on the brink of losing those kids. The ghosts are showing her why and how to be a better parent. It is bad but interesting all in one. I love the pink beauty salon and all the pouffy hair. Meatloaf is crazed. See the movie for more. If I can last, so can you!!

I leave you with one story from the annals of my family history. It was on Christmas Eve. We were all at my parent’s house in their small kitchen doing one job or two. My job was the shrimp dip, the rage at the time. I emptied the glass jar of sauce and shrimp into the blender and turned on the blender but forgot the top. The sauce flew all over the kitchen in a circle on cabinets and doors and through doorways. It was a mess. The clean-up took a long time though everybody helped. It is the year of the shrimp dip. That says enough in my family.

Enjoy your evening!

Thank you to all of you and to all of you goodnight.

Merry Christmas!!

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4 Comments on ““Even as an adult I find it difficult to sleep on Christmas Eve. Yuletide excitement is a potent caffeine, no matter your age.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    According to my local weatherman unless you get an inch of the white stuff it doesn’t count as a white a Christmas. The last time we had snow was on Christmas Eve 2009 which stuck around for Christmas Day. Our local TV weather prognosticator told his kids to remember that Christmas well, because another white Christmas might not occur in the DFW area in their lifetimes. Today we are sunny with a high predicted of 80°. Today and tomorrow we will have the air conditioning running. 🙂 It’s too cool to jump in the pool.

    As kids we knew that Santa was make believe but pretended anyway just for fun. We hung up our stockings and miraculously they were filled with candy the next morning. Christmas Day is a good day to rest. The return the bad gift stampede begins Sunday morning. 🙂 Or, the let’s go get the gift we really want marked down even further. I hold out until December 30th. 🙂

    To all of you on Coffee that celebrate and especially to Kat, have a wonderful, joyus Christmas Eve.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I agree. A dusting doesn’t count. Even worse is when you get less than a dusting as we did. That’s a taunt.

      Stockings were amazing. My mother was the best at stuffing stockings.Candy was the smallest part. There were small toys and crayons and paper back books. It was so fun to empty our stockings.

      We never returned anything. My mother was that good!!

  2. Birgit Says:

    Back home now just in time for Christmas Eve and KTCC Christmas. I was out of town again for about a week and started to catch up on KTCC on the long train ride yesterday, no snow yet and it was already too dark to see the beautiful Rhine valley this time. I even decorated our living room today, some light, some straw stars and my old pyramid, ready for Christmas 🙂 The Christ Child has brought some gifts and it’s time to unwrap them now…
    Have a great exciting Christmas Eve and good luck, maybe you can see Santa tonight?

    • katry Says:

      Hi Birgit,
      I’ll have to chi the expected time Santa will be flying over the cape. NORAD still tracks Santa.

      It is black dark out and cold right now, not at all inviting, but I can give it a peek.

      Merry Christmas!!

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