t his feelings, and wondered how many times my own mother had done the same thing. And after a long day of shopping and excitement, I watched his eyelids begin to droop while lying underneath the warm glow of the Christmas tree lights. I kissed his sweet tasting eggnog lips “goodnight,” and he asked “how many more days until Santa Claus comes?” And as I sat there watching him sleep, I began to see the Christmas magic come alive once again…only through his eyes this time. At that moment, I knew his thoughts and could almost envision his dreams, for I dreamt them once myself. There’s just one little difference…all the toys and gifts he could ever imagine can never compare to the most precious gift of all…and he’s lying underneath my Christmas tree right now....
