I was sitting here this morning, sipping my coffee and thinking about "Christmas's past".
Dan and I had tried to start traditions with our blended family, but it was difficult since we WERE a blended family, the kids all had other places to "get to" for Christmas. That meant our Christmas morning was a BIG rush.
But the weeks before Christmas I tried to involve our two boys and our girl in making cut out Amish sugar cookies and helping to frost them. It was a total mess and I'm sure I lost my patience more than once, so maybe it wasn't such an enjoyable day for them.
We would get them all cut out in shapes of Santa, Rudolph, a wreath, a tree, an angel and a bell, then we would put them between layers of wax paper and stick them in the freezer till just before Christmas. We would then bake them and frost them...and have them for part of our Christmas breakfast.
As I said, Christmas morning was a hurry up event, but I tried to make it nice. Dan and I would fix a smorgasbord of breakfast items, including the Amish sugar cookies. Dan's Mom had some very pretty, plain little red plates, so that helped in making the table a bit more festive. But at that age, I think all the kids cared about was getting THRU breakfast so they could get to their stockings and the packages.
At this age, they no longer believed in Santa, but I wanted to carry on the tradition of a Christmas stocking for each one of them.
After all of this was over, they'd all rush off to their other "homes" and it WAS all over. Sigh....
So, this morning, as I said, while sipping my coffee and missing my kids and the frosted Amish sugar cookies to go with my coffee, I felt I needed to share this in hopes that my kids might find time to read it and know that I miss those times and that I am sorry for any thing that I may or may not have done while they were growing up that made their lives less than pleasant. Love you all, kids....
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