I have had three distinct Christmases in these last 3 years. 3 years ago, I flew to Jamaica and slept for four days straight. Last year was the large old fashioned Christmas, filled with people and baking and the laughter of children. Early morning present unwrapping.
The stove is in the living room. The fridge is crammed in the hallway and the microwave is in the dinning room, on the old kitchen table (meaning that there are 2 tables in my dinning room and absolutely no room to move.) I’m not sure what Christmas dinner will be. Mr. Spit will be sent to the store today to find something festive, that does not require any sort of stove to cook it. Possibly we could BBQ, but it’s minus thirty and we have received 6 inches of snow in the last three days.
All of that is no matter, really. I have my husband with me, my dogs, my cats. Friends have called and stopped by.
For food in a world where so many are hungry
For clothes in a world where so many are naked
For warm and shelter in a world where so many have none
For laughter and friends in a world where so many are alone.
I am thankful.
Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas.