No tree, no wreath, no lights–we’ve been too busy, too tired, to do any of those Christmassy things. I’m sort of a shell of myself, and Patty is worn out: for six weeks it was all on her (“Get to work, horse!”)–and now she has me to take care of.
No presents. Hard to buy presents when you’re stuck in the hospital.
And yet… dog my cats if it doesn’t feel like Christmas! Oh, the memories! And every carol stirs my soul.
We have to rest this afternoon. Have to! Perilously close to running on empty. So we’ll have a supper that can mostly cook itself, turn off the lights and love the snow, and watch a Christmas movie: George C. Scott’s Christmas Carol, I think.
And the day after Christmas is the anniversary of our first date, back in 1976.
Merry, happy, loving, remembering Christmas, everyone.