This is a first. The tree isn't up. The decorations are still in the attic and not a gift has been bought by me. The wreaths aren't on the outside doors either. I am using a snowman mug oldest daughter just bought for me, though. The kids say we're putting up the tree this weekend. Guess we'll have a whirlwind Christmas. Whoosh, and we'll be done.
You know, this could turn out to be the sweetest Christmas ever. We've pared down by necessity and design, through no fault of our own. Life is just pinching now. My emotions are raw and unpredictable.
I have this routine each year when I unpack the ornaments. I say to myself that I wonder what will be different this year compared to the past year. What is different? Who's passed away and who's been born? What has made an impact on me personally? And I go through the same routine when I pack them away.
Oh my.
Glad we have these kids who just keep on, keeping on. They surely are my joy.
