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Just before Christmas is the perfect time to get your girlfriends together. Whip up some glam, games and good friends, and you have yourself a SPA PAR-TEE!  Robes, comfy pjs, and fuzzy socks are all you need. It’s all about relaxing and being pampered. Facials … hands … nails … pedicures … pizza … christmas cookies … a game of dirty Santa … and a soothing cup of hot chocolate to sip on while winding down, are the ingredients for a fantastic party. 

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by Aggi Stevenson 

The snow was coming down quickly. School let out early on the day my five-year-old grandson Aaron and his four-year-old brother, Blake were to spend the night. Aaron, proudly wore a Christmas Bell necklace he made in kindergarten earlier that day. I admired his necklace assuring him he did a fine job crafting it. He beamed with pride and I pretended not to notice all the beads were on one side of the bell. Hey, it was his necklace so there was no wrong way to make it.

Even though the boys are four and five years old, I still get nervous when they are noticeably quiet. I have flashbacks of the day I noticed they had gotten quiet and couldn’t find them. Calling them repeatedly, didn’t reveal the boys where abouts. We have a large pond behind our home and I panicked at the thought of them going out the door and into the pond. Racing to the back deck, there was no sign of them. My heart thumped hard in my chest. I was scared to death. I went back into the house frantically searching  under beds, in closets and behind furniture while hysterically calling their names. No answer. I found them crouched behind a chaise lounge in the formal living room. That room is not exactly kid friendly and they are not allowed to play in it. I suppose they heard me coming and quickly jumped behind the chaise to keep from being scolded. I was so glad to see them, I cried. They both stood by, gently stroking my hair, as I dropped to my knees weeping with joy. After some time had passed, I sat them down and told them how scared I was when I couldn’t find them and they would not have been trouble. I was just checking on them to make sure they were okay. They agreed to never clam up at my hysteria again.

As the snowy evening wore on, I moved between writing on the computer, doing fun things with the boys and cooking. If you call DiGiorno pizza cooking. Occasionally, I would leave the keyboard and go see what they were doing. They were especially drawn to the lighted ceramic village with the miniature mailbox, sledders, carolers and trees adorning it. I cautioned them about picking up the pieces and dropping them on the tile floor because they are breakable. I told them they could look at them and pick them up, but not to take them from the counter top they were on.  They seemed pleased with getting to play with the pieces according to the Nana rules.

When Aaron spilled a drink on his sweater vest, he was more concerned with his bell necklace getting wet than his clothing.  Blake looked at me with a twinkle in his black eyes, “Aaron made that necklace for you, Nana.”  Aaron’s wide eyes and down-turned lips told me there was not a word of truth to that assumption.  “I couldn’t take your Christmas bell. You’ve worked hard on that.” I said, removing the wet vest. Aaron smiled. “You can wear it until the morning.”  He took it off and placed it around my neck.  “Are you sure, Sugar?”  He was sure. He wanted me to enjoy wearing it but  made it clear I was to return it.  I proudly wore it around the house, making frequent trips to check on the boys. 

I thought you had to get up pretty early in the morning to fool me. After all, I did raise the boy’s father. He is the one that put real meaning into checking on children when they are quiet. As I popped a Pizza in the oven, I noticed my miniature ceramic mailbox, sledders and carolers in a gondola car going around the train track in the adjoining family room. The boys were sweetly drawing on a Doodle Pro. They were even taking turns, writing and then magically clearing their work and beginning again. 

 I let them watch TV in my bed but they are not allowed to have food or drink anywhere but the dining/kitchen  area. I noticed a cup of hot chocolate, now cold, sitting on my night stand.

 Colorful Goldfish crackers peeked out from the sofa cushions that looked as though they had been jumped on. I used to let them jump on the sofa when they were tiny but they are too big for that now.

When were they breaking all these rules? I had kept a close watch on them. They had been really good. I had not caught them in the bedroom with hot chocolate or in the living room with crackers. I didn’t know when they removed the ceramic figures from their perch and didn’t hear them jumping on the sofa. How could this be?

Then it hit me. The Christmas bell around my neck telegraphed my coming! Each time they heard the bell, they simply busied themselves with some acceptable behavior. As they heard the tinkling bell moving away, they resumed their forbidden activity. I was nothing more than the cat with the bell around it’s neck signaling his coming to the mice.

I had to laugh at myself. Hmm…they are going to be like their father. Maybe it’s true. Your children will pay you back for all the things you did to your mother! I could hardly keep a straight face as I asked them to return the ceramic figures to their place, reminded them the rules about eating in the kitchen only, had not changed and I expected the sofa cushions to be returned to the same order they were in when they arrived. They gladly obeyed. I took the Christmas bell off and laid it on the table. I thanked Aaron for letting me wear it and told him it sure was a fine necklace. He seemed pleased to remind me, “I said you could wear it until the morning.”   “Not a chance!” Is what I thought, but I said,  “Oh. I will put it back on later.”

Later never came.

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Here it is again…Christmas. Our children are stuggling with what to get us because we have everything as they put it. Each year we tell them to spend that money on their children. I always weep as I open gifts from my children. How did they know I wanted and needed that? Pictures of  our grandchildren. The best gift we could get. Every year I say I am not going to cry but each year I do anyway.

Here it is again…Christmas. Once again Jim and I struggle with gifts for each other. We don’t need or want anything. All I want is him. I wondered how I could let him know how much I love and appreciate him and the way he has always taken such good care of our family.

Yesterday, I gave him my Christmas present. If he didn’t care for it, I knew I had plenty of time to get him something else. However…he seemed to love it. (I got a big hug and kiss for it) He said “You should have this published.”

Since he didn’t mind me sharing, I thought I would post it here.  Maybe this Christmas we could let our husbands know how much we love, appreciate and respect them. Maybe we could re-validate them as a gift from God. Our husbands go out every day and in some cases get pretty beaten up by the world. When he comes home…he should be treated like a man…not like one of the children.

Why not this Christmas let the man in your life know just how great he is. Get your pen and paper and give it a try.

Here goes; I hope you like it.

 

I Never Knew It Would Come To This

by Aggi Stevenson

We were young and so in love

Yet there were times we would fight.

We thought it took too much work

We both could see the end in sight.

It wore me out when we would argue

all I knew to do was pout.

Days were dark with thick depression

I just wanted out.

I never knew it would come to this

Our little boy was more important

than all our selfish woes.

He kept us loving as we played games

counting his fingers and toes.

The day they laid her in my arms

I thought my heart would fail.

Our little girl wrapped in a blanket

beside me so sweet and frail.

I never knew it would come to this.

He was the icing on the cake

the day he brought such joy.

We gazed into each other’s eyes

We were blessed with another boy.

All these blessings were a lot of work

and sometimes my nerves were frayed.

At night when they were all tucked in

you and I knelt and prayed.

I never knew it would come to this

I never knew the young man

I wed on that October day

was in this marriage for the long haul

come whatever may.

We always knew he put us first

and worked so hard to care for us.

He eagerly went to work each day

appreciated his job and did not fuss.

I never knew it would come to this

We had no idea what we were saying

when we promised to grow old together.

The road sometimes got muddy

but we emerged all the better.

Each day has been a journey

how could we have possibly known?

They would lay their babies

in our arms when they were grown.

I never knew it would come to this

We couldn’t hold back tears of joy as

each little life lay sleeping on our chest.

We whispered prayers in their ears

for we are truly blessed.

Life is much easier now

and sometimes it is quiet as a mouse.

I shake my head and laugh some days

at the two of us in this big house.

I never knew it would come to this

I never knew your love would last

and you would still call me Babe

or still bring me breakfast in bed

and opening doors would not fade.

We kiss our grandbabies on the head

and watch them grow year by year.

We give advice we shouldn’t give

remember how we hated that dear?

I never knew it would come to this

We can’t remember anyone’s name

Now that we are growing old.

We forget the simplest things

and get lost wherever we go.

We don’t get excited about the small things

we just work to make them better.

We had no idea what God had in store for us

I am glad we did it together.

 

I never knew it would come to this

but Babe, I’m glad it did.

 

For my husband

The love of my life

Merry Christmas

2008

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