It hasn’t been the pre-Christmas
season I’d imagined.
I’ve been ill with a cold which
morphed into sinusitis, complicated by adverse reactions to another
procedure’s prerequisite meds. But, it will end. I’ll get better. I’ll live.
I’ve done no baking this year as
I didn’t think anyone would want my green-gold seasonally coloured snot anywhere near their food. Prior to getting sick, I had made my own Christmas cards and written all the
inside notes. I added quotes to the cards and discovered some which spoke to my own
feeling-sorry-for-myself state of mind.
“Don’t spoil Christmas by anticipating how it will be.
Let it unfold as it does,and be grateful for whatever comes.” Tori Sorenson
So I am grateful for:
lots of rest
outside Christmas decorations done in early November
the invention of tissues
a tree finally decorated
daughters who helped with shopping
antibiotics
Gary’s care
reduced expectations
I look forward to feeling well again soon and being able to smell the fragrance of the fir tree, warmed by the fireplace.
And, I remind myself of the words of Dr. Seuss. “Maybe Christmas, the
Grinch thought, doesn’t come from a store.”
I’ll be grateful for whatever Christmas offers this year.
