After many days of joy and good cheer, I've been experiencing some of the emotional downside of the final days. Sadness over the last piece of fudge. Bewilderment over what to have for breakfast since the leftover sausage balls and deviled eggs are gone. Dread over the thought of having to set my alarm again.
But there's plenty of good things to reflect on. Aside from all the wonderful holiday festivities, it's been so nice to just have time. Time to do things like:
- Sleep late, one of the many benefits of which was watching movies and football games at night without crashing before the end
- Meet my son for a delicious breakfast followed by firearm shopping
- Finish reading one book and resume editing another book, both of which I started months ago
- Search 9 stores for little "Mashems" because one of my grandsons wanted them
- Be cool in holiday traffic and just enjoy singing along to Christmas carols on the radio
- Take 5 days to wrap 35 gifts for grandkids (It's enjoyable for the first few; then it's just work.)
- Complete my gift spreadsheet to ensure that each kid had the same number of gifts to unwrap and that I would pass them out in the correct order, aided by my new method of including numbers on the name tags (How did I not think of that before!)
|The wee ones|
|The big one with his new robe and keyboard|
Most of my Facebook friends posted pictures of Christmas celebrations with their families. I don't know what this says about me and mine, but our main post was just a lot of trash talk about the annual Scrabble tournament on Christmas night. I was humbled again this year, but I'm still doubling down on my accusation of ... well, I don't want to say cheating, so I'll go with "unfair advantages."
The song "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" has been playing in my head, so I took a moment to personalize the chorus. All I had to do was replace "mistletoeing." We didn't do that, and it's not a word anyway.
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much
And hearts will be glowing
When loved ones are near
It's the most wonderful time of the year!
|The sock snowmen makers|
Well, it's getting late, and all that's left to complete my New Year's Eve celebration is venture outside at midnight to see what's popping. Or not. At least my new year's resolution is made—get a concealed carry permit in January to go with the late Christmas present I'm getting myself.
Here's to an armed and safe 2016!