Counting Down
Into the final few days before the yuletide big bang explodes a certain blond haired boy I know into a whirling Christmas dervish. Into the last few days that though at first seemed miles away, now seem like tomorrow and all the deadline checks I’ve written to myself are cashing themselves in.
It doesn’t help that the car is in the shop.
It doesn’t help that the boys are sick.
It doesn’t help that I’m broke.
It doesn’t help that Sweetie’s mad at me.
It doesn’t help that we have a lawsuit just around the corner.
It doesn’t help that there’s no snow.
It doesn’t help that I’m lacking Christmas spirit.
And it really doesn’t help, I guess, to complain.
Here on the eve of this great global holiday there is so much to be thankful for. In fact far more this year than any past year that comes to mind.
In truth I am thankful for:
My wife, who despite my great faults, really, truly loves me.
For my oldest boy, whose kindness and generosity belies his six years.
For Ike, my youngest, who’s smile constantly challenges the temperament of any situation.
For the Cats, who are simultaneously both the joy and bane of his existence.
For all of my friends and families continuing good health.
For the beauty of an ever-changing mountain overlooking a bay of underlying fog.
For drive up coffee stands and Krispy Kreem doughnuts.
For the people who have ordered the new Prairie Dogs CD.
And last but not least, for kind people who leave comments and don’t just troll.
Merry Christmas, and happy holidays to all!
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