Quite the year it was don't you think?
I know it certainly was for me. Had no idea I would be taking a six month vacation. I loved every minute of it, even the scary parts.
I've survived damn near everything, as a matter of fact I have that magnet on my fridge
I learned I'm not afraid of fear
and that I'm capable of unconditional love
and that I still know how to start over
and I'm constantly reminded
that I have the best friends on the planet
and it matters little that they are scattered and far away
cause they're closer than they appear
I've learned to get the fuss out of my face
and how to live without anger (except sometimes when I watch the news)
I've accepted that my immediate family is cleaved and that I can exist dead ass in the middle of it, and love in both directions. What is, is, I don't own the problem. They all know that if I were to die first and they attempt a make up over my dead body.........I'm sitting the fuck up screaming, No, not now, too late.
Somehow, some way, I get all my kids on Christmas day. Been that way for quite a while. After all the years of splitting and sharing time, now they're mine nearly all day. Go figure.
I'll wake up Christmas morning alone as I have for several years now. First time that happened it felt really strange, I'm used to it now and I get up early and go watch my grand daughters feel the magic. Only down side is that "other" grandfather is there but he won't be wearing a santa hat.
I have prime rib on the menu, thanks to an unexpected bonus from my new employer. They were very generous considering I've worked but 60 days or so. Big thick slabs for the grill, the rarest hunk for me, medium rare for the rest. Giant potatoes to bake and slather with butter and sour cream. Mushrooms to saute in butter and soy sauce and crushed garlic. Broccoli with melted cheese, I know, decadent, but hey it's Christmas and I'll wear my chef's apron and my santa hat so it's all good.
And so Happy Christmas
And the best to each and every one of you