That glossy film is my Christmas Spirit. Negativity is deflecting off my crystal shield; nothing but light is getting through. I can't stop singing those corny Christmas tunes -- not even at the office. my poor cubemates It's a magical time, if we let it be. I live in a cocoon of love and I am trying to make like a butterfly to spread the joy.
After I left my dad's visit I was overcome with gratitude. It's hard to watch him be vulnerable -- and only because this territory he is navigating is foreign to him; and it shows. But to see his unwavering determination is inspiring and reminds me of the great space he occupies in my life. My heart is full and I am grateful to have him with us.
T'is a season of joy and giving ... and I want to sing it from the rooftops ... it's a wonderful life.