It’s a Wonderful Life

We had Christmas Eve at our house today.

We ate lasagna and drank wine. The kids fought and whined and cried and laughed. We let the kids open a present each. They loved it.

The kids were all riled up.

The kids were all riled up.

We snuggled on the couch. Lisa and I even took a nap on the couch together.

We snuggled on the couch. Lisa and I even took a nap on the couch together.

And the kids, did I mention they were cute and all riled up? They were crazy.

And the kids, did I mention they were cute and all riled up? They were crazy.

I got to hang with my two favorite girls.

I got to hang with my two favorite girls.

And then tonight, Todd and I played Santa, and stuffed stockings.

And then tonight, Todd and I played Santa, and stuffed stockings.

This guy helped. And hindered. I miss Q, but I am glad to have him here, even if he is a fat pain in my ass.

This guy helped. And hindered. I miss Q, but I am glad to have him here, even if he is a fat pain in my ass.


And then we ate camembert and summer sausage for dinner, and drank more. We ate cookies and laughed over the letter Tiller wrote to Santa.
 She is a sweetheart. (page 1)

And read the letter Tills wrote to Santa. She is a sweetheart. (page 1)

Page 2: You have done well.

Page 2: You have done well.

And page 3.

And page 3.

And then we watched my fave - It's a Wonderful Life.

And then we watched my fave - It's a Wonderful Life.

I watch it every Christmas Eve. Something new is revealed every year – This year it was when Clarence died. After Tom Sawyer was published, but before Huck Finn. And this year, it rings just a little more true. Perhaps it is my age, but i think it more likely that it is the past year, which has taught me how fragile life has been, and that we all have, at most, a tenuous grasp of life on this earth, and it doesn’t matter whether we are plant or animal, young or old. We are at the mercy of things completely out of our control. To pretend otherwise is ridiculous. As is the very real desire to worry ourselves sick at the thought.

I cannot stop time and make my dog forever young. I can’t stop someone from murdering my loved one. I cannot stop a car wreck from taking a child away in mere seconds, or keep his parents for suffering as he lingers for weeks, holding on to life by a thread, against all hope.

It is all completely and totally out of my control, and all i can do is try to enjoy the now, because while we have it, it’s a Wonderful Life.

Merry Christmas, y’all!

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