I remember the sense of excitement, magic, anticipation that Christmas Even brought me as a child.
I remember lying in bed listening to the chirping of the crickets – otherwise peace.
I remember the determination to stay awake all night so I didn’t miss Father Christmas and the reindeer.
I remember, Mum and Dad used to put horse dung on the front lawn (a gift from the reindeer) and eat the biscuits and drink the glass of milk we’d left for Santa, so we had incontrovertible evidence that he and his reindeer had been there.
I remember the sense of expansiveness and joy in the sense of possibility and the unknown.
What I didn’t realise was that those feelings were inside me, accessible anytime.
Joyful anticipation for the unknown…
Why wait for Christmas Eve?