Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Christmas Morning, I’m an early riser, apparently the only one in my family… Well, except my father. I vividly remember waking up as a young child and hearing my father getting his truck ready for the day. He drove a six car, car carrier then, and when he was home, he always parked just beyond my bedroom window. I was usually already awake, though it was dark. And since he often came in late, it was sometimes my only way of knowing he’d been home.
That was years ago, today I’m sitting in my sister in laws living room. It’s Christmas morning. I came with my daughter, Trill, and her daughter, Alma, just turned three. We came down to spend Christmas morning with Joan, and will drive back home to unite with my son, Tim’s family after our morning here.
Well… some tangle. My daughter in law has covid! The rest are fine, but Christmas smushed. Mom upstairs by herself, isolated. A trip to her relatives up state, to be there Christmas morning, smushed. My son, Tim, taking over Christmas, at home now, unexpectedly, and nursing his wife (and being Santa…) I do wish I was there to help. A challenge with a five- and seven-year-old… But I think he'll do fine. If not, it will be a Christmas talked about forever. Like the one when my family, of five kids (I was eight, the second one down...) were staying at my aunt and uncle's. They had four of their own (their oldest was nine) and we were in the middle of a move from Michigan! That was a story told many times, and by many people!
Well, Christmas is never boring, right? I’m eagerly excited waiting to see how this one goes.

Wishing you a Merry Christmas!