We have survived another Christmas. That is probably not a fair assessment. Survival implies that it could have done us in, and this year has been anything but that--gifts were welcomed; children were happy; adults were tired but pleased. I do not think we could ask for anything more. A high point for me was my immediate family attending Mass together, at least my children and most of the grandchildren. One exception was my six year old granddaughter who became ill and could not quite make it to 10 p.m. Mass. She was sliding into chills and fever, so she and her dad and her 23 month old brother stayed behind at our house napping in anticipation of opening presents. My own children all attended, however, including my son and his family who live in Texas. And we were all together for the grand opening of the gifts. It is interesting to watch how the long anticipated unveiling combined with a post midnight time frame and gobs of sweets can affect nine year olds. At one point, the adults imposed a moment of pause just to keep the two older girls from exploding. I loved it as I did all of the thoughtful gifts that came my way. Christmas day for us meant gathering once again for my husband's delicious pancakes before we all went our separate ways. We all began to decompress, and now this extra rest day, a bonus of a Sunday, should bring us all back to reality in a soft landing kind of way.
Christmas is my favorite time of year, and this year even provided us with a few inches of snow on the ground. I am truly happy.
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