In the blink of an eye it will be Christmas. So here is my
fourth holiday related tale. When my sons were young, we used to painstakingly
wrap their presents and place them beneath the tree. We even went so far as to
use different paper for packages that came from Santa, versus those from the
parents. Yes, the boys paid attention to
such details.
One year, when Travis was about 9 and Cameron was around 6,
we decided to jazz things up a little. In the past the kids would come
downstairs and with a flurry of activity that lasted about two minutes, every
present was opened, the floor littered with bits of paper and ribbons and the
epic let-down set in. At that point, my
darling wife would put orange Danishes in the oven and fire up the coffee pot.
So that year, we agreed to take one big present for each boy
and hide it somewhere in the house. Then, while the pastries were baking, the
kids would go on a treasure hunt, following goofy clues. One clue would lead to
another. Eventually they found the last present. This bit of nonsense helped extend the gift
exchange, long enough for the pastries to be done.
What started out as a gag turned into an annual event. The
boys loved the treasure hunt and kept asking for more clues. Travis one year even asked me to make them
rhyme. I can’t recall if that worked, but hiding a present and sending them
around the house became one of our traditions.
What’s yours?
Here’s a favorite Christmas song from Mariah Carey, with a
little help from some friends.
On behalf of Jamie, Chene, Malone, Pappy and the
rest of my characters, have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. May
the holidays be filled with laughter and love, shared with family and friends,
both old and new. Let there be stories and music, peace and prosperity for us
all.
And mark your calendars for February 6! That's the date "Your Turn to Die" the second Jefferson Chene mystery, is slated for release!
1 comment:
I love the treasure hunt tradition! In our family (when I was a child and with my own) one person--usually the father--was the designated master of ceremonies. He would pass out one present at a time. If there were a lot of presents, it would take all morning. But we learned to enjoy other people's presents as much as our own, as well as taking pleasure in seeing them open the presents you gave them.
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