Yesterday I ate so much the food started to mix with my stomach lining, but now the food bloat has gone down and my hands have regained their ability to type an intelligent sentence.

Christmas, such a wonderful time of year  for a variety of reasons. It’s as if magic mixes with air from the first of December until the highly anticipated twenty fifth day. Whether you love the hustle and bustle, the  lights that seem to illuminate every store window, or the meaning behind the season; Christmas is a time of true joy for almost everyone.

This year carried extra meaning for me. Last Thursday we received the news that my dad’s cancer is in remission, a fact that left me with alligator tears in my eyes and a heart full of hope. The moment I found out he was going to be alright, it no longer mattered if there were ten presents under the tree or none at all. All I could think about was that life was going to regain some of the normalcy I had been craving for months. He is going to make it and so am I.

Sitting around the dinner table this Chritsmas, I felt that I had been given the privledge to be there rather than the right. I had survived some of the worst days of my life and now I had the opportunity to sit around a table full of food with people who truly loved me, and I can’t ever ask for more than that. Life has had its tough moments lately but as I sat at that table I wasnt thinking about that, I was suspended in a moment with a laugh leaving my lips and a smile crossing my face. There was nothing else I was left wanting

Although, aside from my dad’s health, my favorite gift this year are the pancake socks santa left for me. These fine foot blankets are defiantly my new cooking/stuffing me face/sleeping/homework/living/funeral socks.

Merry Christmas everyone, I hope your holiday was filled with love and laughter.