I love Christmas. I do, I do, I do.
I love it so much, I get stressed. I do, I do, I do.
But I know that's just because I think it has to be perfect.
Note to self: it doesn't.
In fact, it's the imperfect parts that turn out to be the most memorable.
The tree without ornaments Christmas.
The sick Christmas.
The snowed-in Christmas when the X Box was just a big X drawn on a box.
So, with everything going on around here (ie, a little new job, a little choir, a little bell ringing, a little surgery, a little food pantry, a little catering), I have adopted the motto, "It is enough."
Whatever it is. Gifts, decorations, cookies. How ever many or much, it is enough.
If there is love, if there is family, if there are friends, if there is Jesus, and if there's at least one cookie, it is always enough.
Peace.
PS Although I have given up both Coke and cigarettes, I can still chill.
PS 2 OK, so I only smoked for 3 weeks sophomore year of college, but allow me that one bad ass moment, please.
Love it -- will watch your blog more closely -- what a fantastic blog. Hope you are doing well -- you continue to be in my prayers! Margaret
ReplyDeleteNo Christmas is perfect, but being with your family and friends makes it perfect enough! I miss having the whole big family Christmas at grandma and grandpa's. It was NEVER perfect, I'm sure, but it sure seems like it was. I'm making Cinnamon rolls this year and every time I roll them out on my dishwasher I think of grandmas doing the same thing on their dishwasher in her later years. It brings back such good family memories. I hope you have them too!
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