For a brief moment, I felt it. That thrill in my chest that comes from knowing that a special time of year has started. It was only a brief moment, just enough to remind me of a time years ago that I felt that thrill for hours and days at a time.
The beginning of Christmas vacation. Two weeks off from school. What a glorious time of year. The only time better is summer vacation.
Oh, there were times when a teacher would try to damper the excitement by assigning a book report during Christmas vacation. I don’t remember if I ever had to do this, but I still sympathize with Peppermint Patty having to read “A Tale of Two Cities” over one Christmas break.
As a school kid, all the way through graduate school, I always looked forward to Christmas break. It was a great part of Christmas time.
But these days, as an adult and father of three boys I find that while most of the time I enjoy Christmas break, there are times I feel like the parents in the lyrics of “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas”
A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope of Janice and Jen
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again
But still, most of the time, I really enjoy Christmas break because I get to spend some extra time with my sons and wife that is all our own. And that time started today this year!