I realize my last post may have been a little bah humbug. A little too negative.
Because, in all reality, I love this time of year. And it's not fair to downplay that. To forget how important Christmas was to me as a kid. The familial bickering about whether the turkey was cooked. Is that odd jello salad dinner or dessert?
It's important to pass that sense of wonder, and hilarity, on.
Sure, the little rascals are already waking up extra early (simmer down boys, 9 nights to go). We are singing ghastly renditions of all-things-Christmas, and I may have spent all of last Saturday in sweat pants, eating chips and watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.
It's not about the gifts (all I really want this year is a good book and a new garlic press) and it's not about money. It's about taking stock of what we have. What we already have. What makes our clocks tick and our lives go on. And celebrating that. (Mental note for next week, Sarah).
And to let the magic soak right in. Early morning boogers and all.
Thanks M, for filling my freezer once again, and for bringing me a few holiday treats. This simple act will reduce my stress, symptoms, and anxiety. I appreciate you more than you know.
(And you have great taste in wine...)