I can relive Christmas this week, can’t I? It’s the Twelfth Night so I’m not too late with all this gushing. This goopy gushing stuff is new to me because I wasn’t always a Christmas person but over the last few years it’s become more important to me. I think part of this was because I worked—without choice—many Christmases. It felt useless to be completely excited about it if I wasn’t going to be home or with my family on that very day. But one of the artifacts of overcoming my depression over the last twelve plus years has been appreciating Christmas. I’m also really excited by the little things and these are just a few of the things I got for Christmas:
Kittens! I’m not much of a cat person but even I think kittens are cute. The babies arrived around Thanksgiving but by Christmas they were really coming into their own: one quiet tuxedo and a very noisy calico. Luckily they both have homes (not mine). The kitten expert told me I should see pick them up and snuggle with them as much as possible to socialize them. I’ve had a talk with Bea about her nose and the likelihood it would be scratched if she gets too close.
My younger son the college student had more A’s than B’s his first semester sophomore year. He carried 17 hours and I was tired just thinking about it. He is forgiven for never returning text messages. I’m just very happy he loves his major so far and is having a great time while he works hard at school.
My oldest son continues to grow and do amazing things. He will be buying his first home in the first part of this year. I’m so proud of him that I almost stop strangers at the store to tell them about my son and his brave journey through a myriad of bad breaks, poor choices, and tomfoolery.
My heart grew about three sizes this Christmas season sharing it with The New Boyfriend and our friends. He let me decorate his Christmas tree and complete a troublesome chore for him. He does a lot for me (He is an “Acts of Service” love language speaker) and it was a gift to me when he let me deal with the chore.
Speaking of the special joy of giving gifts: I scored at Walgreens with perhaps the most obnoxious and hideous White Elephant gift ever in the history of White Elephant gifts: a Santa hat that wiggles, lights up, and plays Felice Navidas. I’m really worried I’ll end up with it in the exchange next year. . .