4:35 am. I can't sleep. I'm still like a 5 year old when it comes to Christmas morning. I just can't wait.
I took a picture of the tree but I'm not going to post it. I ran out of energy on the decorating thing this year. Oh hell, who am I kidding, I didn't START with any energy. So my tree is pitiful. First off, I picked a ugly one. It's super tall, which I LOVE. And it's located in a new place this year, loving that too. But there are holes and unevenness in it. ah well. It's the tree that spoke to me at the time.
We got it up late, like a week ago, and my dad JUST YESTERDAY (Christmas Eve) put the lights on. Thanks daddy! I just couldn't do it. (okay fessing up here, I did have a MONSTER hangover from partying with the young boys from my office on Friday. That left me down and out the entire day WHOOPS LMAO) I had really planned on putting the ornaments up but no one was really excited to help and I REALLY didn't want to do it myself. It's a huge tree and, yah, doing it while 3 grown men sat on their asses in my family room watching football just didn't appeal to me.
So the tree is undecorated. And I'm cool with it. The excuse (beside the aforementioned whiny reason) The girls will be all over it and I'll have broken glass everywhere. Last year (with only 2 chillins) we lost probably 2 dozen ornaments. Heck, the one ornament that Noah brought home from school this year has been carried around all week seeing little time actually on the tree :)
Second reason? Christmas isn't about the perfectly, or even almost, decorated tree. It's about Christ. It's about remembering and celebrating the birth of our Savior. He'd be cool with my fugly tree...so I'm cool with it.
As I think about all this, Christmastime, I get really weepy and deep. Every year I have all these thoughts I want to write to my friends and family. All these deep GRADITUTES I want to sent to each of you. Each year I fail. Each year I get overwhelmed with the process of it all and don't do what I intended on doing.
This year has proven to be no different. I didn't tell you guys how grateful I am for knowing you. I didn't say, "thanks" for being my loyal and loving friends and family. I didn't tell you how lucky I know I am, having such great friends, knowing full well how hard I can be to be friends with. I should have. I'm sorry for not taking the time with each one of you, privately, and express my deep love for each of you. I am truly blessed. truly. And I know it. And I thank you for it.
Merry Christmas my friends!!!