And I'm not sorry. Christmas around here isn't always a happy time - we don't have the storybook Christmas. I tend to look back on past Christmases that were full of fun and laughter and excitement when the kids were younger and looked forward to Santa's arrival. At one time there were 13 around our Christmas table - this year there were 5. It's hard not to think of all those that are gone and also wonder if this may be the last Christmas for some that are left. My Mum will be 87 this year and my Aunt, who is like a second Mother to me, will be 82. Neither one are in the best of health.
This year also marked the first in 29 years that Sandra didn't spend Christmas with us and she was sorely missed. We did go over to Darren & Sandra's yesterday morning to open our gifts and it was so much fun watching the kittens. They were into everything and had themselves a ball. There was sadness too, though, as this is our first Christmas without little Elliot and he too, left a big hole in our hearts.
If you're still with me, I apologize for being so maudlin, but as Rian would say, I'm just keeping it real. Sometimes you just have to tell it like it is.
On a happier note, Santa did come through and brought me one of these:
Guess that means that now I have to cook!