Joy and Wonder

Merry Giftmas! 😁

What a beautiful morning to wake up to, plump stockings laid carefully on favorite seats, the tree lit and merrily keeping watch over the wrapped gifts, stacked to look plentiful in a season of limited resources. I even slept in! (Though I am still first to wake, somehow.)

… I don’t recall that I’ve ever slept in on Giftmas morning…

The rest of the house still sleeps. I put on soft holiday jazz, and make a cup of coffee. I look out on the morning…gray and rainy looking, here. I open the door and breathe the cool fresh air.

“…we wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year…” I smile listening to the music. An unhurried, relaxed Giftmas morning? Wow. It’s like a gift all its own.

Later, things will be busy with unwrapping gifts and sharing oohs and ahs of appreciation and delight, then, later still, family phone calls, brunch… and dishes. 😆 I’m not bitching; all the things we want most to enjoy require something of us in return. “You gotta pay for your thrills,” an old friend long ago used to tell me (and I miss you still, Trouble.). I know there are definitely verbs involved – and choices.

I sit with the quiet, joyful and content with the moment just as it is. I can begin again later.