This morning over breakfast I looked at my wife and said, "dahlin' we can look at this two ways. One, Christmas morning is just like every Sunday morning. Or two, we get to celebrate Christmas fifty three times a year."
I find Christmas morning a comfort. It's a time to look around and be appreciative for all that we have.....and don't have.
We'll go do some Christmas visiting later this morning. Then this evening there will be kids and family over.
That is all great.
But I do like Christmas morning. It is a comfort. It's comforting working in the kitchen with my wife close enough to touch, but not needing too. Some won't understand that statement. Some will. But I consider that state of a relationship probably the best one of all.
Oh, I bought my wife a card she can use at one of those day spas. I wanted to give her something she wouldn't give herself but probably wanted.
For myself being here now and being comfortable is probably the best gift of all. Knowing I didn't do it by myself makes it better.
And you know, deep down, I suspect that's probably the best gift I can give those who love me.
Funny how it all works, huh?