
I'm having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this year. I alternate between loving Christmas and loathing it. I love all of the obvious good things about Christmas and loathe the crowds, the traffic, the selfishness, the commercialism.
There has also been a lot of loss and heartbreak this year. Robert's Uncle Joe died a couple of weeks ago from the same lung disease that took Robert's father from us and that now is infecting his other uncle. So I don't have to tell you what that does to me, this is a hereditary disease. A friend of mine is going through a brain cancer diagnosis with her 11 year old daughter. As of right now, her future is uncertain. Another friend is grieving for her best friend that she just lost also to brain cancer. Unfortunately I could go on and on. What is it with this time of year? The melancholy just creeps its way in. We haven't had a tough winter here, far from it. The sun is still shining. It is cold but not that cold. My friends back east would call me a sissy and they would be right.
The kids are beyond excited that Santa is coming soon although Santa better hop to it and quick. Those gifts aren't going to wrap themselves! Watching them is all it takes to perk me up, but I still feel for others. That is something I can't stop doing. And as bummed out that I am over Charlie being sick (he has been running a fever for the last couple of days) I sure am not complaining.
So my Christmas cards came from a box this year, and most will probably be late. I may call them, "happy new year" cards. I at least got a photo. I'll leave you with a couple of photos that didn't make the cut.
Merry Christmas and may God bless you in the new year and always.
