Momma’s are the magic of Christmas make no mistake! Santa Claus? Pfft! I have to say that without mommas there would be no Christmas. We make it happen for our little lovelies. I mean seriously? Who decorates the house when the cherubs and the hubs are settling down for their long winters naps? Even when decorating the tree is a family affair, it’s the mommas that secured the tree and the decorations and prepared the Christmas charcuterie. Who makes sure that Santa knows what he needs to bring on Christmas Eve? Who helps you write those letters? Who buys the Christmas pyjamas? Who hangs the stockings? Who sends the Christmas care packages? Who does the wrapping? And the baking? Who roasts the roast beast? Who makes sure there are games and puzzles and movies to watch? Hallmark just helps us out a bit.
Who nags dad to make sure the Christmas lights are up? Who makes dad attend all your Christmas concerts and plays? Who tosses your blankets and pjs into the dryer on a cold winter night to ensure they are toasty warm for you? And buys you flannel sheets to cozy up into when you finally decide you want to go to bed at 3:30am? Who makes sure there are mandarin oranges, eggnog, hot chocolate, butter tarts, perogies, shortbread cookies, chips and dip and Christmas coke (the cans with Santa on them) in the house the entire month of December? Who makes sure those Christmas stockings are full Christmas morning even though you are far past the age of believing in Santa?
Who makes countless trips to Costco… battling traffic and crowds and weather….to bring home the magic? Who made dozens of Christmas cookies for your school Christmas parties? Who took you to Swiss chalet after church in December so you could get a free toblerone bar? Ok, dad did do that. Who talked dad into a puppy hanging from your Christmas stocking and subsequently trained that tiny pup in the middle of winter? Who books a sleigh ride at Lake Louise so you can celebrate Christmas with people that come from across the globe to see this majestic wonder?
Who involved you in helping those less fortunate than us at Christmas so you would, hopefully, know that you weren’t the centre of the universe? She has to counteract her spoiling tendencies or be held accountable.
Who makes the magic? Who risks her salvation telling little white lies to keep you in suspense? Who makes sure you have plaid or sequins to wear to Christmas parties? Who sacrifices her own wants to make sure you have yours? Who loves you more than Santa Claus or the Grinch? Who prays for you every night? Who wants what’s best for you more than any other human being on the planet? Who wants to be with you at Christmas more than being anywhere else in the world? Whose heart is broken if she can’t spend the holidays with you?
Momma! It’s ALL momma. She can’t help herself. I must go dig out my tacky Christmas sweater with the hearts on the sleeve.
The Red Plaid Apron 