It’s almost Christmas, and for some strange reason I’m not as grinchy as usual. I’ve made my gifts, played barefoot in the snow, looked at the pretty Christmas lights, and watched the seagulls rip apart the luminaria bags that had been carefully placed along the seawall, spilling sand and wax all over the place.
Maybe it’s having a puppy, maybe it’s having such great friends, maybe it’s knowing that day after tomorrow I get on the road to see my family, maybe it’s simply sheer happiness at knowing that all that white stuff out there is going to melt in the next couple of days. Whatever it is, I’m not arguing with it. I’m just enjoying it, frozen toes and all.
Maybe it’s having a puppy, maybe it’s having such great friends, maybe it’s knowing that day after tomorrow I get on the road to see my family, maybe it’s simply sheer happiness at knowing that all that white stuff out there is going to melt in the next couple of days. Whatever it is, I’m not arguing with it. I’m just enjoying it, frozen toes and all.
