I know we have another Mary associated with the rhyme, however the way a writer’s mind works at times is a marvel even to the writer, me.
At this time of year being Merry can be a challenge.
When I think of my childhood, I don’t recall all of the preparation work necessary for the season. That was the adults job, except for helping to tidy the house, in case someone came. We somehow didn’t consider that we were someone because we’d answer a knock and aunts, uncles, along with cousins would visit.
When my husband and I were young and living in Ottawa, we’d go to a restaurant and make a list of gifts we’d purchase while we sipped our wine.
Then life changed.
When our children were young, I did the baking, the gift purchases, and wrapping. We started a tradition with our small children that Santa did not wrap his gifts because I didn’t have time. We would put out a child size blanket, their auntie had made for each child, and Santa would put the gifts on it.
Never the less, I was still wrapping at midnight on Christmas Eve because we opened in the morning. The very early morning.
But then the sons became teenagers and it was a little later.
And then they went off to have families and traditions on their own.
and so now it is just me and my husband on Christmas morning. We have a leisurely morning and after we are dressed, with a fresh cup of coffee at our side, we open gifts.
Later we join our large extended family at the home of one of my brothers. There are usually about twenty plus around the table, with lots of food, laughter, and love.
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