Christmas doesn't end until the morning I have to get up, get dressed and go back to work, right? So by these standards, Christmas isn't officially over until Tuesday morning and this holiday hangover means I'm milking tonight for all that it's worth.
Phil and I had a wonderful weekend together, putting life on "pause" and celebrating the holiday steeped in our own traditions. We spent Christmas Eve at home, feasting like royalty and watching our Christmas-Eve-Movie for the ninth year in a row (it never gets old) and the morning of Christmas had us lounging at home listening to Christmas music while Phil cooked a Russian breakfast. Bliss.
In years past, there is that window of time beginning on Christmas Day, long after the presents have been unwrapped and the excitement has whittled down, when I find myself feeling a little sad that the build-up has reached it's peak and all that's left to do is wallow in the wake of torn wrapping paper and fragrant candles that have burned themselves out. I think about those family members who've been laid to rest or those I didn't get to see over the holidays and if I am not careful, it's easy to start feeling sad about it. But this year I promised myself I wouldn't give in; I told myself I'd live in The Present and savor every moment of the holiday. I was gonna Choose Joy and mean it.
So I did. I stayed off the computer all weekend (save for our Skype calls with family) and spent a lot of time in prayer. And it felt good.
I still have a couple of hours left in today; it's just after 10:30pm, so technically, I've still got time on my side. So I'm going to sign off and finish this holiday celebration properly. I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas.
(Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read and comment about my Farfar. I appreciate your thoughts and prayers. Unfortunately, things are looking worse, but we are filled with gratitude and love for having him with us as long as we have.)