Ian and I don’t get into the religion part of Christmas, but that doesn’t mean we don’t celebrate it just as hard as you crazy Christians. Even growing up in a Catholic family, Christmas to me was always about family, food, booze and presents.
Last night we celebrated Christmas with Ian’s dad and his wife, and sister and nephew. The food and booze were excellent, the family was fun and the presents were incredible.
In a little while we’ll head over to Ian’s mom’s house, where we’ll get to indulge in more tasty food and booze, and what I’m sure will be another ridiculously awesome display of gift-giving and family-time.
Every once in a while I have to stop and remind myself that I wasn’t actually born into this family—I am lucky enough to have been welcomed into it with open arms (and open wine bottles) by two groups of people that both treat me like I really am a part of their family.
And while I’m still missing my mom and sisters, I am feeling very much a part of something. And I am peaceful this morning, which I suppose is the feeling of Christmas after all.
So Merry Christmas to you and yours. Here’s to a day of love and peace.
