I am on my way to bed now and going to practice knitting the last inch of the last sock by iPad light.
We have been hit with colds and then a violent stomach virus. Miss Scarlett was in getting IV fluids last night, now recovered, so our day tomorrow is going to be streamlined. My DH is the latest down for the count, and I hope he has enough strength tomorrow to tell me how he does the turkey.
Christmas is an interesting time. It brings families together again and I am lucky that ours likes each other. I am not anticipating any arguments etc. over the pie about world issues - I think they are all too weak. Viruses included we are grateful to be together and lucky to have little kids with us.
Of course it changes every year. It occurs to me that mothers, in particular those who feel kids at home was prime time, hope that when those people, now away, come home they will bring those times back with them but of course they don't. There are girlfriends who are missed, new lives, new dreams, new commitments. But it is still good, very good and if a mom can lie in her bed and hear just for one night the sounds of her kids in the house again that is a pleasure whose significance she can keep to herself.
They have no idea.
But it doesn't have to be the same every year and it won't, but having new people and new ideas added just makes it seem to grow to me.
And in my life that includes you.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas.