We had our Christmas a few weeks early with the grandkids. Real Christmas will be with their Mom. Mom is in Modesto, California and Dad lives in Fort Gibson, Oklahoma now. They will go to OK for New Years. We got them first here in Palm Desert.
We have two grand daughters and a great grandson. Oh, and another grand daughter in OK with his new wife. The great grandson is actually older then is auntie in OK. Things happen!
We won't be seeing our son in OK this year or his new family for Christmas. This will be the first time without him in 50 years. (25 for me). The house will be quite now, but we had our excitement already.
Great grandson will be 5 on New Years day. Where does the time go? Anyway, while he was here we had our little Christmas. We went to the Spaghetti Factory for dinner and the Magic of Lights show at the Empire Polo Grounds in Indio. It was fun. We opened presents afterwards. It was a long day for a 5 year old, not to mention a 63 year old man (me).
Now you are wondering about the title of this post. Let me start by saying my great grandson is autistic. He doesn't talk, and had all the emotional issues of someone "on the spectrum". But he is adorable and we love him.
In the middle of the night I heard such a clatter, but it wasn't Santa Claus. Rose out of bed to see what was the matter, and what to my wondering eyes did appear, a naked boy dance in a pink cloud of dust with makeup and dixie cups all over the floor. I woke up his mother and auntie too. Mom grabbed the boy and put him in the tub. Auntie and I cleanup the bathroom. It was 12:30 am. Grandpa Rick (my husband) slept through the whole things.
I was not mad. He looked so happy, and when he saw me he froze. He knew he was doing something naughty. I wish I had thought to take a picture or video of him in all his glory. It was truly magical. Of course, I didn't get much sleep after that and what a mess it was to clean up. I was just happy nothing got broken, he didn't hurt himself or anyone else. Although, he had smeared blush on the walls with his fingers and it did look like the Manson murders. It was hard to get mommy to wake up and for a moment I was worried she might be hurt. No, she is just exhausted from taking care of this little boy. In the end it was just mischief, no harm to foul, a blush dance party was all.
Merry Christmas!
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