Merry Christmas everybody!
Yes, I'm still out here, and I wouldn't blame you if you weren't out there. This season has been a mite bit rough, to tell the truth. My mother loved Christmas and she did it well: the baking, the presents, the traditions. My Dad was a bit concerned about the over-commercialization, but took great pleasure in having his family close. Oh man - do you see the little pitfalls all over the place? So I've been doing the really important things and our little family has been having a nice holiday and letting everything else slide. Like posting. And Christmas cards. (If you are thinking I just left you off the list, I didn't. Expect a card sometime in January.)
But don't feel too sorry for me, just in case you were tempted. I'm sitting here on the sofa, dressed in new silk Christmas pajamas (squee!) and drinking a glass of wine. All is calm. Mark is absorbed in that thing that all parents do the night before Christmas (having a drink) and I'm relaxing on the sofa, basking in the light of the tree.
Liam, of course, has been beside himself with excitement ("One more sleep!"), while Olivia is fascinated with the tree (poke poke) although a bit wary of Santa ("Anta scarwy"). I have it good and I know it.
So Merry Christmas. I wish all the best in the world for you and your family. I'm so glad you're out there.
