The tree sits in the corner, lights blinking on and off in the room that is dark other than my computer monitor. Hot tea sits in a mug to the side of my keyboard.
I'm sitting here trying to write my way through the world, trying to find my way to a coherent existence instead of my usual muddle. I'm thinking about the world and how strange we humans are. We make war easily, do our level best to wipe each other off the face of the earth, but when a calamity happens, such as a tidal wave, people from all over the world send money, send food, go themselves to help. We are capable of terrible acts and incredible charity. The ape reaching toward the angels, as Terry Pratchett puts it. What an odd lot we are.
It was a good, quiet Christmas. I was alone, which seems to fill my friends with dismay. It was a bit lonely, I won't say that it wasn't, but I've mastered being alone a long time ago. I've learned how to be with only me. In learning how to forgive other people for their failures, I learned how to forgive me for mine, and thus I don't mind spending time with me. There are remembered regrets, but there are present and past joys, too.
And I called my sibs and their families. I watched movies and posted Christmas stuff and generally ate sweet, fattening, delicious food I shouldn't have. I listened to soft Christmas carols and let the quiet music fill my soul until there wasn't any me left, just the sounds of angels appearing and holy holy night.
And later that evening I watched Godzilla battle MechaGodzilla and Mothra in a movie battle that brought Tokyo to its knees ...
It was a good Christmas. How was yours?
6 comments:
I can identify with your solitary Christmas. Don't know whether I'm quite able to carry it off yet with such aplomb, but I can see the day a-coming. Mine was greatly reduced from years past and spent in snatches with this family member, then another over the past week - but it was peaceful and pleasant and no disasters or evil tempers. I'm thanking God I live in Australia and not any of the other countries that border the Indian Ocean.
I spend my Christmas with my sister and her family. We laughed a lot and ate a lot! I came home pleasantly tired and watched Christmas programs on TV until I gratefully climbed into bed. It was a good Christmas after all.
We had a great Christmas!!! The boys tore into their presents and had more fun with the boxes than what was in them! That's okay. As long as they had fun and enjoyed themselves that's the important thing. Next year I told my hubby we'll just buy the boxes! Now I'm sitting here looking at the mess. I'm too pooped to clean!!! The boys are at their grandparents and I need to pick up and vacuum and maybe do the dishes and laundry and instead I'm on the computer. Mom needs some time, too!!!
I wish you'd been with us TECH but maybe next year I can lure out of your hidey hole!!! I'm glad you had a good Christmas. We did too.
-Susan1
FF, what you said is the best description I've ever seen of why good people are so seldom in the news, and also why they are sometimes, like now: "The good usually are in the background because good isn't newsworthy until there's a disaster to report with it." Yea and verily, that's it exactly.
--ER
We had a great Christmas. Spent with
my 86 yr old granny who prepared
everything. I could only hope to
be in as good shape at her age.
The Spouse was on-call. I joined my parents, sibs, and their significant others and offspring down south in exchanging gifts and braving the crowds at a local casino/restaurant (one of the few places open.)
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