I got home from work in the wee hours this Christmas morning. As I walked across the patio to the front door of my house, a light rain started to drizzle on my head.
I paused. I looked up to see the light clouds above me sending mist to the earth below. It made me remember many of the Christmas mornings of my childhood. Of family…of friends…of the excitement of Christmas morning as a child…and of the true meaning of Christmas.
It spurred a smile and a brief moment of laughter remembering a cold Christmas morning when I was about seven years old. My grandfather had come to visit. He asked my brother and me if we would like to spend the night at the hotel…and of course, we said yes. Staying anywhere away from home was an adventure to two seven year old boys.
That night I learned my grandpa snored. He didn’t snore a little bit, or even moderately…he snored SO LOUD you couldn’t sleep. At about 0200, my brother and I gave up trying to sleep. It wasn’t worth it. We sat at the hotel window and watched the pink skies turn to snow. My twin brother and I watched the snow fall for what felt like hours. To this day, I still love the snow.
At some point, my grandfather woke and saw the two of us sitting at the hotel window. He was convinced we couldn’t sleep due to the anticipation of Christmas morning and yelled at us to go back to bed. Neither of us had the heart…or the guts to tell him we simply couldn’t sleep due to his snoring.
That morning was such a simple memory watching the snow fall while listening to him snore, but a trouble-free Christmas with no responsibility…just getting to be a child. I miss those days. I sure hope Grandpa is up tonight providing Overwatch for my family from the heavens above (because if he’s sleeping, no one in heaven is getting any rest).
Merry Christmas to you and yours from those of us at overwatchdesigns.com
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