“Is it time yet? Sis, is it time yet?” My brother Robert
whispered in the dark.
Opening heavy eyes and
peering at the glow-in-the-dark Big Ben alarm clock, I muttered, “No! It is not time!” Then my eyes closed and I went back to sleep.
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“Is it time yet? Sis, is it time?”
“NO! You asked me that an hour ago!” As I wondered off to sleep, crunching of
Doritos and Cheetos purchased to keep my brothers awake echoed into my room,
along with the scents.
Time yet?...NO! Leave me alone!...Time yet?...NO!...Time
yet?...NO! NO! NO!...
At 5 a.m., Bill sneaked
down old squeaky stairs. “Mom? Mom?
Can we get up yet?” There were
mumbles as Bill hollered up the stairs. “It’s
time! Robert! It’s time!”
Robert’s feet hit the
floor with a resounding thud and he raced down steps. Reluctantly I dragged
myself and pulled on a robe. Our parents
were groaning as Mom poured cups of strong coffee.
Christmas lights had been
switched on and the two began ravaging their presents. Rubbing my eyes, I blinked at Robert’s joy as
his presents appeared.
Although Robert was almost nineteen years old that Christmas, I was 18, and Bill was fourteen, thrills of Christmas never ever know
age boundaries.
P.S. Both Robert and Bill are gone now, but our family can never forget their joy at Christmas.
Christmas is a cause for celebration. I am a Christian who accepted Christ and the forgiveness He gives. Joy to the world!!
P.S. Both Robert and Bill are gone now, but our family can never forget their joy at Christmas.
Christmas is a cause for celebration. I am a Christian who accepted Christ and the forgiveness He gives. Joy to the world!!
