I hope your Christmas celebration was a memorable one.
Ours turned out to be surprisingly cheerful. It was just what we needed after the recent funk brought upon us by the passing of our cat Milo.
In fact, it was his brother Basil who provided the merriment, dressing up like jolly old Santa Cat on Christmas Eve. With his twinkling eyes and merry dimples, it was hard not to smile when we saw him, in spite of ourselves.
Okay, maybe it was my daughter who dressed him up. And maybe he was more like moody old Grumpy Cat. But we still laughed.
Grumpy, or Santa, sampled the egg nog and nibbled at the cookies, then left some presents under the tree for us all.
The morning came like they always do with kids. Way too early. But the joy of Christmas was on their faces, and that was enough to wake me up. Soon a small mountain of shredded wrapping paper was forming in one corner of the room.
After presents, we enjoyed a tasty lunch of ham, potatoes, green beans, glazed carrots, salads, and pumpkin pie.
It was all very good, and pleasing, and healing.
And it was almost perfect.
At the end of the day, I asked my daughter, “Did you get everything you wanted for Christmas?”
She replied, “No. I wanted Milo to not be dead.”
Ah well, she knows that couldn’t happen. But her heart was right where it should be at this point.
Other than that, our Christmas day was peaceful and happy. What more could you want?