. . . Sitting on the Kitchen Floor . . .

. . . it is early Christmas morning at the BP (BJ’s Bachelor Pad) and as he is asleep in his bed and Daniel is curled up asleep in the recliner, I find myself sitting on the floor of the kitchen bathed in the twinkling lights of his little Star Wars Christmas Tree on the counter, looking at the oven, wondering how I am going to cook the ham . . . with the roasting pan, that I forgot, sitting at home on the counter of my kitchen . . .  with my white ducky earphones in, and my iPod blasting my favorite Christmas tunes in my ears, I find myself smiling, lip singing along (Millie Vanillie has nothing on me) and air directing the Glenn Miller Band, I begin to reminisce back in my mind of all of the Christmases past,  and all of the joys and blessings in my life.  There is so much!!!  . . . memories of my siblings teasing me about being good enough for Santa to come . . . holding the light strands as my Big Brother Davy’s #1 helper, while he placed each light on the perfect branch . . . Mom giving us weeks of clues about our “special gift” that each of us got . . . the stacks of Church Bulletin Boxes that Daddy saved all year for our gifts to be wrapped in. . . memorizing my part for the Christmas pageant  . . . “I wish I was an angel . . .” My Nephews pouting to their mom and saying, “Aunt Debbie will say yes, She loves us . . .” (which tickled me to no end . . . and was always true . . . ) the many 1sts . . . 1^st Christmas with my 2^nd Mother Donnie, 1^st as Husband and Wife with Daniel . . . 1^st Christmas with my New In-laws . . .1^st Christmas as a New Mom with BJ . . . and then there are all of the people that have come into my life over the years . . . At each of the churches and each of the states we have lived in . . . My Alaskan Cruise Table 124 Ladies . . . my fellow Wal-Mart Associates . . . my G.L.U.E.  Sisters . . . My little sis Sina . . . My adopted daughter Ana . . . all of the little ones I taught in Pre Schools . . . I must be a sight! Laughing, smiling, crying sitting here on the floor . . . my heart is bursting!  How can one person be so very blessed? . . . Like the Cheftestants on Top Chef, I will invent a way to cook the ham with limited time and resources, and as for picking my best Christmas ever? . . . It is this one . . . the one that I am living now, for today is The Present, and next to the Gift of Jesus, is the Greatest Gift I Have Received!  Merry Christmas everyone! And to quote Tiny Tim, “and God Bless Us, Everyone!” – Deb