It turns out that you can have a pretty decent Christmas even if you…
- Come down with some sort of flu virus cold throat condition of death. It will hurt every time you try to talk, but cookies still taste pretty damned good.
- Leave for your holiday destination four hours later than the scheduled departure time, putting you smack dab in the middle of the beginning of a monster snow storm when you still have two and a half hours left to drive.
- Leave the photo/photo frame you set aside for a gift at home, try to get a replacement photo printed at a big box store, go back to pick up photo only to find that the big box store closed hours ago. Duh. It’s Christmas Eve, after all.
- Haven’t bought a single gift. We did shop today, but it was for Scott’s kids and his mom. I bought nothing (well, except for that photo that’s sitting in the T@rget one-hour photo department until Saturday). It felt weird, sticking to my guns. Fun, no. But I don’t need to be sucked into the last minute guilt of buying extraneous crap that people don’t need and that I can’t afford.
- Miss the candlelight church service because you feel like death, sending the baby off with the rest of the family who leaves the diaper bag on the kitchen table. My Christmas wish is now that no poop will come to this family until after midnight.
Tonight I’m remembering that in spite of all the unexpected twists that can sometimes happen during a hectic time like Christmas, in the end we’re pretty blessed to still have the things that matter the most.
Merry Christmas, all.
