Friday, December 24, 2010

On This Christmas Eve

I think of all those far from their loved ones, or those who love them.

I miss Storm.  I miss Sir Hawtsalot.  I miss ... and yet, with this Christmas Eve I am reminded how blessed I am.

My parents' hotel room is decorated lightly for Christmas, presents under the tree.  It was a blast to run around pulling things together for them.

My son is home with me this year.  Last year... last year.  This year he is on a fabulous path for himself, guided by his own hope and his own dreams.  I'm merely the purveyor of the path of his choosing.

And that is the reason for this season.

Merry, merry Christmas!

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