It's beginning to smell a lot like Christmas...
It smells sweet, cool, and happy. To each his/her own scent of happiness. :) I am home. Relaxed and undguarded. The temperature's perfect today. Dad's playing golf, Mom is bustling about, In is taking her Board exams, Zsa is somewhere attending a seminar, Gel has been sleeping for 9 hours now, and Jett is watching TV as usual. Everything's in place. There is no break in the routine and everyone's healthy and happy. This is my Christmas.
As I think about how this would be the last Christmas of this kind and of the changes that would ensue in the Christmases to come, I can't help but feel a bit nostalgic. Things will change, routines will be broken, and new "traditions" will be established. There is sadness about things that would no longer be but at the same time, there is hope that Christmas will be equally, if not most, happy and meaningful as it has always been for me.
Thank God for the "Christ" in "Christmas" who makes all things beautiful.
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