Romancing nostalgic thoughts of Christmas past is at an end this year. I have none. Totally in Christmas present this 13th of December, I'm addicted to the hope of a little miracle this month as I fly by the seat of my pants, so to speak, watching over an old feline friend as a new year is ushered in. I want him to be a part of the beginning of 2014. I'm full of optimism. Wish him well.
Andee, Zoe, Lacey, and Dustin…can’t imagine life without these felines and canine. I’m on that list, you know…that list of suckers with sappy hearts who never can bring themselves to turn up their noses and just say NO! I’m glad these four found us. We sometimes like to fool ourselves into believing they aren't that smart, but when was the last time you had a cook, maid, and nanny at your beck and call? We should have it so good.
Gift giving happens when we want stuff for ourselves that makes sense. That’s done whenever the mood is right, which hardly ever coincides with the birth of Christ celebration. The Fluff Balls are the exception, cause…well…cause I like wrapping stuff up in glittery paper and ribbons and bows. The season of holly and ivy is when the little pitter patter of footsies with claws rushes to the fireplace without care to rip open the goodies Santa has stuffed lovingly into their stockings.
These last few days have been long and late searching high and low for just the right things for Mom, cause she’s my Mom; she gets something no matter if everyone else is left off the list for this year. The emptiness of no presents is not for her. It’s one of her love languages…receiving gifts. Her birthday follows just four days after Christmas…a double
whammy! My present to me is that I still have her.
Ah…the sound of rustling in the dining room reminds us that Lacey is the true reason Christmas is celebrated these days in this house, as she bats her stolen treasure from the hanging wreath back and forth across that cold tile floor. She's a little tyke with eyes all a glow at the abundance of playthings we've strung and hung around the rooms for her playtime pleasure. And play she does…LACEY!
To anyone out there who totally wipes out the existence of the holiday on December 26…BAH HUMBUG! Our festive household doesn't wrap up the memory of Christmas until March with no apologies. With twelve days to go, our hearts are filled with thanks to all who are in our lives, whether nice or a little bit naughty. We love you.