taurusingemini posted: " A Christmas tradition for this mother and son pair, translated… As my own child is older, he'd not come home until the deep hours of the nights, and, I'd, forgotten, about the joys of Christmas, getting used to living alone on my own, other than knitt"
A Christmas tradition for this mother and son pair, translated…
As my own child is older, he'd not come home until the deep hours of the nights, and, I'd, forgotten, about the joys of Christmas, getting used to living alone on my own, other than knitting those Christmas stockings, to bring in the holiday cheers.
On Christmas Day, I'd had the rare opportunity to hold a conversation with my son, and, we'd chatted about the past, and remembered how back then Mrs. Claus had, played with my son, for many a years, in the treasure hunts of the holidays, from the selections of the presents, to where to hide them, to the evasive, not easy to guess where it is clues……………it'd brought back so many, happy memories. As we are getting into the conversations, my son was due for work. "Then are we doing the treasure hunts again this year?", I'd asked that young boy who became, so very, excited, "it's, not, necessary,", that young lad who's, about to graduate from college, told me, sheepishly.
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"Not necessary", made Mrs. Claus who'd been, retired, for ages feel, a bit, relaxed, after all, setting up those treasure hunts burned up all my neurons, it's just, as I recalled those times, I still, felt that, maybe I should………I'd thought about it through the rest of the day, and the evening is here, my son who went out early in the morn, didn't give me, any signals at all, like I'd, expected him not to, then, I'd thought of how my son left for his stay overnight out, the two of us, didn't actually have the time together for that treasure hunt. And then, the night grew deep, feeling that scent of loss, I'd, decided to set out the food I'd gone out in the afternoon to buy especially, on the supper tables, then, headed off to bed, and, passed my Christmas Eve with, just me.
The skies grew light, although I'd still felt that loss from the evening previous, but I still woke with my son's alarm. As I'd, seen my son off, suddenly, I was reminded, that we forgot to do our ritual when he stayed out overnight, I'd, run fast to the elevator, to ask my son for a hug. He'd smiled and told me, "You can run the sprints, mom!", after the hug, I'd turned to walk back, he'd told me, "Don't forget, to hunt for your Christmas present in the house today!"
Magically, at that moment, all the loss, all my loneliness, vanished, without a trace.
The old lady became like a young girl again, chimed on with glee, "You have a present for me?", then, I'd, turned back to that familiar, yet, new and strange apartment, and started, running around, like how my son had done when he was a little boy. Suddenly, I'd recalled, that lonely stocking hung by the entryway. Just yesterday, that tiny stocking was with the photo of us smiling together during that outing from way back when. In just one evening, that tiny stocking became, heavy, with a bar of, chocolate in it. Then, I'd, started, searching for more Christmas stocking left in my home everywhere, some were weighty, and, there were the stockings that were originally outside of my son's bedroom door, that found its way at the entrance of my bedroom door.
This Christmas morn, because I'd found five bars of chocolate (the following day, as my son came home, he'd told me he'd, stashed six bars, then, I'd, gone on hunting for that missing piece of "treasure" again), I'd felt warm inside. Grateful for this, warmhearted lad of Christmas, on Christmas Eve, quietly, preparing the surprises, and, allowed Mrs. Claus, to not just feel the joys of the Christmas morning treasure hunt, but also, it'd made Mrs. Claus who'd long been retired know, that that young boy from way back when who'd, started smiling, so radiantly as he'd found that ring pop, other than finding his favorite treats and presents for Christmas, he'd also, received what Mrs. Claus packed for him, a ton of love.
From here on out, it's, Mrs. Claus, who'd been, long retired, to look forward to, Christmas.
And so, this is how much heart goes into setting up these traditions that you have with your loved ones, it doesn't have to be something big, like the big red bow, with the huge gift box of presents under the trees on Christmas mornings, but it can be something as simple as a candy cane, left in your child's drawers for her/him to find that'll, making her/him so happy, and, surely enough, your children will reciprocate the kindness, the love you'd, shown them, as they're, older.
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