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Each year around Christmas I see the same syndrome afflict millions of Americans. It's called P.P.S. and I have to confess that I've experienced it myself. "Peter Pan Syndrome" hits at that first twinge of realization that we are now the grownups--and we're not entirely sure we want to be. Some of us never want to grow up. Many of us experience degrees of P.P.S. We want to play instead of clean up the wrapping paper. We would rather get toys than underwear. We want to open presents before the sun comes up. OK, maybe I've gotten over that last one. But I think I'd be much more enthusiastic about the pre-dawn present-opening crew invading my bedroom if I didn't have to stay up until two o'clock wrapping last-minute gifts and stuffing all those stockings. Before I grew up, I stayed up until two o'clock because I was too excited to sleep. Funny how growing up changes things. And isn't it funny how much time we spent as children thinking about what we wanted to be when we grew up? When my oldest son was around three years old, he always had an answer when anyone asked the "What do you want to be when you grow up?" question.
Approximate Word count = 779
Approximate Pages = 3.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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