Ah, yes. Christmas Eve. My very favorite day of the whole year!
The tree is lit, the carols are set to play, the fireplace to crackle. We even got a little skiff of snow during the night, just to set the mood. For me, this is a magical day, full of happy memories. Mom and Dad always made sure we had the BEST Christmases, their very limited budget notwithstanding. Our handmade stockings bulged with goodies to delight the heart, and there was always an orange in the toe. Mom and I would go to church on Christmas Eve, and when the service let out at midnight, our little town was still, the trees were laced with diamonds, the sky bursting with stars; indeed, the whole world seemed to sparkle. Thanks for that, Mom, and for so much more.
I’m off to weigh in, then Wendy and I are heading up to visit Mom/Gramma and deliver gifts. The wrapping is done–mostly.
Because of my dear friends and family, a lot of little puppies and kitties will be munching kibble, and nothing could be better than knowing that. Christmas is about love, after all, and I feel so blessed to have so many caring, generous folks in my life. As we celebrate the Gift of All Gifts, given one long-ago night, when He was born in a humble stable, may His Peace live in our hearts, I’ll be thinking of each and every one of you.
So, from all of us on the Triple L, two-legged and four-legged alike, have a lovely holiday season.