Christmas Day

It's Christmas Day. After lunch today the presents had all been opened, the children were running around in their holiday vests and the wrapping paper and boxes had finally all been cleaned up. Usually by that time of day we are rushing to someone's house or having guests. Today we are not entertaining anyone nor are we going somewhere to be entertained.

It was really fun to watch the paroxysms of joy of the kids face when they opened their presents today. As an adult, and a cynical adult at that, it's hard to remember what it felt like to open a gift and have those same emotions coursing through my body.

I did really enjoy my presents, although I didn't feel the kind of joy that makes one wiggle and dance. I don't think that relates to the quality of my presents, but rather my inability to realize the joy that exists in my life.

In my mind, I sometimes reflect at the end of a day and realize how everything and everyone in my daily life is a gift to me. For some reason, it's hard to think that way during the day, when everyone and everything is in motion around me. A little gratitude would do wonders for me no doubt, but I don't know if it will put the wiggle and dance back into my life.

So, by the way, since I am bringing up the idea of gratitude, thanks for reading. The fact that people actually keep reading, and occasionally commenting, makes this whole thing worthwhile.