A Simple Season

THEY SAY IT’S A GIFT to be simple.

But it isn’t easy. There are pressures, expectations.

Sometimes we can’t meet those expectations, though. Can’t rise to the occasion. Can’t cough it up. Can’t really see how putting it on a credit card will lead to anything good.

Two days ago I let go of the idea of buying a nice fluffy tree from the Boy Scouts. I would have loved to have helped them. Maybe next year.

So I took a ride up into the High Country where the firs and spruces grow, and I found a sweet little tree.

And like my ancestors before me, I said a prayer of thanks as I took it from its home and brought it to mine.

Then my gurrrls got busy with the Magic of the Season

And there it stands, fancy on the inside. And we like it like that, my girls and I.

Tomorrow morning we’ll sit around the tree and open our cards and a couple of things my brother got us, and we’ll talk about the things we already have which we’re grateful for. Like each other. Like our health. Like our community of friends.

And I’m going to tell them how much I appreciate having you folks in my life. Because, my friends, you are important to me. Cousin Phydeaux, Fran, Lisa, Jen, and so many more. I shouldn’t name any, because in doing so I’m doing the rest of you a disservice.

But please, all of you, know that I’m a better person for having you in my life.

Merry Christmas.

Namaste.