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My Christmas Wish

It's Christmas!  Okay, it's almost Christmas.  I don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to life going back to normal.  I went to Wegmans today for cat food, and it was almost as bad as Wal-Mart on black friday.  Fortunately, a benevolent shopper, who was standing in front of me at the express line (with far more than 20 items in her cart), allowed me go ahead of her in line.  That made my heart fill with Christmas spirit - for a couple of minutes anyway - until a different shopper almost knocked me over with her cart on the way out the door.  I can't blame her though.  It looked like she had the shopping cart that wouldn't roll straight no matter how hard she tried.

Anyway, my blog has suffered the past few weeks because I've been working on other pursuits (playing Christmas music in a band, writing projects, babysitting, etc.), but I don't have anything remotely interesting to say anyway.  I've been enjoying Christmas cards and pictures from friends, and I have escaped the pressure of gift-giving for the most part.

Tomorrow is the big turkey dinner with the family, and then a few laughs and a drink or two (or probably more, let's be honest) with some good friends.  Christmas day I wish for nothing more than to wake up, put on comfy pants, walk to my sister and bro-in-law's house, and have coffee.  That will be the perfect day for me!  I wish I had the resources to spend Christmas with everyone I care about, but unfortunately there are a lot of important people in my life who are far away.  And, being a product of our current economy, I can't afford to fly everyone here to hang out with me.  But wouldn't that be cool if I could?

I can't wait to hear how you, my faithful readers (all eight of you) spend your holiday.  I do have one more wish:  I hope it's amazing for everyone.  Merry Christmas to all.

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  1. 8 readers! That's more than me. My Christmas Wish is for 8 readers...

    Low key Christmas with the family over here. Mostly watching a child enjoy Christmas the way only a child can. If not for that, I'd sit it out. But I'm a Grinch (all that noise, noise, noise, NOISE!).

    Heart you, Merry Christmas!!

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