...To be cranky?
I think I have a right to be cranky. Michael has been sick, I'm still sick, Andy is getting sick. Mother nature seemed to forget that it wasn't winter yet and dumped 10 inches of snow on us this weekend. It's COLD! Between my coughing and Michael being afraid of the dark, I was up at least five times last night. I'm tired! Oh, and the icing on the cake? I went out to start the cars up this morning and mine wouldn't start. It's dead!
But you know what? Despite all of this, I think I'm a bit jolly anyway.
First thing, the snow. We got lucky. We only got 10 inches. 15 minutes down the road, and it was 20+ inches. It was light and fluffy and easy to clean off the cars. It was a weekend, so it didn't keep us from doing anything. And oh my word is it beautiful. Once the sun came out, it is crisp and clear and about as Christmasy as you can get.
Michael had a blast playing in it. On Saturday he went sledding with some of the other little ones in the neighborhood. When he finally came in his cheeks were bright pink and he was smiling from ear to ear. He looked like a rosy little elf. Yesterday he got to go out twice. Multiple mitten and boot failures failed to slow him down. For a 3 year old, it really is a winter wonderland.
Next, the cookies. I've been baking cookies. And banana bread. And Pioneer Woman buttered rosemary rolls. The house smells heavenly and my tummy is full. I'll worry about the side effects when I make my New Year's resolutions.
Finally, it's Christmas! I keep thinking back on how exciting this season was when I was little. The food, the fun, the family. This year, Michael is really getting into the spirit and it is so much fun to see the excitement again through his eyes. Such simple little things are so much fun for him. Last night I let him have chocolate chip cookies and milk for dinner. He had chocolate all over his face, and milk spilled down his chest, and the biggest smile you have ever seen.
So, while I wonder about what's wrong with my car and how much it's going to cost to fix, I'm also anticipating Michael's face when he comes down on Christmas morning and finds the presents piled under the tree. I think about how much work I have to get done in the next few days, but then I think about my family sitting around the table on Christmas night with our bellies full and laughter ringing through the house.
On this, the longest night of the year, I can really see how wonderful it is to celebrate at this time of the year. It cold, it's dark, and things can be rough. Being surrounded by love and laughter is the perfect way to pass the day.
So yes, I am just a little bit jolly.