This Christmas

My brother woke me up at 5:30 this morning. I was very tired and cranky; I had not slept well and dreamed odd dreams. I had dreamed that I had a little baby boy, and I loved him very much. I remember rocking him and kissing his face and seeing him smile. It was an odd dream. 

I went downstairs as my brother rushed to jump on his new motorized thing that looks like the product of a scooter and a bike. I stumbled past my "Santa present" to crash on the couch. My parents came out all smiling and sleepy, taking pictures and opening presents of their own. We had opened most of our gifts the night before, on Christmas Eve, after I got home from work. My grandpa Jim was still fast asleep in our guest room upstairs. After everything was opened and the new Wii was discovered on our coffee table, I stumbled back to my bed and drifted back to slumber until 8:30. 

When I woke up, I got dressed and such and went back downstairs to eat breakfast. I opened my telescope and began to assemble it. While doing so, Lauren called. Isaac's mother had died that morning at 4 A.M. from cancer, leaving behind four children and a husband. I send up a prayer for them on this Christmas.