Last year I outdid myself and had all the Christmas preparations done before the first weekend in December.
Lights, presents, cards - all done.
My goal this year was to beat my 2017 record - I.was.prepared!
November 23rd was going to be the day we put up the tree, but my right ovary decided it had other plans. So the day after Thanksgiving was a surgery day.
It blows when plans don't work out, but we got a Christmas tree up. Kind of.
This year Santa will place gifts under the yarn tree my grandma bought almost thirty years ago when she and my grandpa came to visit us in Ecuador.
To see her tree in my living room invokes her love and her warm, inviting hugs that you would never want to end. I hope to share that same love with my family.
I'm grateful more than ever this year to be alive. Besides, who ever heard of a well-planned Christmas anyway?
Oh, and nobody's getting gifts.
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