Happy Holidays

Christmas has always held magic for me. I believe and because of that it will always be the best day, filled with love. The kids are grown and that will always make it different. We still are in our home of their youth, so the rooms echo with Christmas past. I see them gathered around the tree, the wonderment, the true joy that the day brought. That fills you with a different kind of loss. Loss of time, that we can only visit in our minds. We have grandkids so of course we get a piece of that when we go to our daughters for her fabulous dinner and our family gathering.

This year hubby really had the feels for the past when they were all little. He said it out loud, many times leading up to Christmas morning. Our son, 27 and recently blind hearing his father’s angst the past few days. Brought in the day with a bang. He came down the our room in the morning at 7 sharp. Pounded on the door with military force, causing our labrador to go into full alert, scrambling to her feet and barking like an intruder breached the premises. Our son then broke into full Christmas carols, no regard for the words, mashing them with other songs( much like his dad). He drummed through the house, gesturing widely, singing ditty’s about getting out of bed. He awed through his gifts, sniffing each one, shaking them, of course this was after they were unwrapped, yelling out guesses of what he thought they were. Actually he was bang on for most of them. He was animated and insistant and brimming with happiness. He is a blessing.

It has been some kind of year. Some years are, and sometimes you think they are but after time passes you see they were not all that bad. How you deal with things is a choice. I believe everything is a choice, but that makes me a bad choice person. I choose love and happiness and will try harder this year. A have the perfect role model in my house, not just in actions. His words are uplifting, his motto on life is outstanding, he is Christmas everyday!