There is a line in a song, sad words,
Toyland, toyland
Little girl and boy land
While you dwell within it
You are ever happy there
Childhood joyland
Mystic merry toyland
Once you pass its borders
You can never return again
That is somewhat of a milestone in ones life, "There really is NO Santa Clause?" I solved that, I am not 100% sure that he does not exist, I have left the door open a little. There are many things in life that rely on "faith." It is much more fun to glance up at the sky, close the eyes very tight, then open them ... you can see and visualize all sorts of images.
I have "passed the borders" though. I still enjoyed those "all night" wrapping sessions. We would go from wrapping to a short spell in bed, and then wake the kids up to see what Santa had brought them. Magical times.
Tomorrow night will be the "quietest" night, the air will be "still" and there will be a peaceful quiet that only happens on Christmas Eve. After 81 years, Christmas Morning will still feel special, even though we will have no "kids" opening gifts, I think the memories of all those years keep that feeling going on that morning.
I wish to thank Him, for keeping me free, as of now, of those afflictions that might erase those memories of Debra and Dean, and Marilyn and Melissa and Brad, and now all the Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren. It has been such a pleasure to see so many young lives, grow and blossom and prosper, and leave me with a trail of pleasant memories.