Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Jolly. or in everyday vernacular: happy.
It has been an uphill climb, but on this day above all others I am reminded that despite the not so grand in my life and the world at large, there is still very much that is good and cause for happiness. There is shelter, food, love of family and friends, Buttah, Pete, and puppy dawg Cinnamon.
A good friend is spending Christmas day in the hospital recovering from knee replacement surgery. Not the happiest of places to be on this (or any other) day, but the key word:
recovering. I got word earlier today that physical therapy is going well.
Jolly, or in everyday vernacular: happy.
I could name hundreds, perhaps thousands, of things that can be counted on to cause unbridled happiness and joy to wash over me like warm showers, but I won't. I'll just state for the record that I know, I remember, and I am grateful for those things and those people.
Have a holly, jolly Christmas and may those feelings spread over many days, weeks, months beyond.
"Christmas isn't a season, it's a feeling." Edna Ferber