Yes, it's true.
I cannot remember where I put the ornaments that I bought half price for the kids after last year's holiday season for this year's Christmas.
Last weekend, we weathered the winter's first stomach bug. Days after I disinfected the bathroom, the vomit stench remains lodged in the mucus lining of my nose.
My big toes are frozen senseless after the morning's run and round of errands.
The city's snow removal efforts are minimal and can best be described as pushing the snow around and waiting for it to melt. The van's tire wells are so caked with slush that the wheels barely turn.
Yesterday afternoon's temperature surge and subsequent plunge melted and then re-froze the back deck. The perfect combination of skating rink/negligence lawsuit.
And yet, I couldn't be happier ... well, maybe if it was mid-summer and 80 degrees.
For me, the best part of the holiday season arrives in the mail every day. Cards come from all corners of the country bearing photos and news of the past year.
In the midst of the 12 months, nothing seems to change or move much. But, look back with a full year's perspective, sum it all up, and oh my gosh, how life has gone on. Births, marriages, illness, death, travel, jobs, graduations, a new house, a new community — the news is vast and varied.
In many cases, I have not seen these people in years. We have not talked on the phone. We rarely, if ever, write or email. In an instant, as I pull the card out, all the time that has passed slips away and we are reconnected ... briefly, but completely.
Our sole moment of communication is captured in that one holiday letter. And, what a wonderful moment it is.
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