Its the week of Christmas and I don't have a stitch of decoration hanging in my apartment. Not even a bit of greenery hanging on my door. Advent came and went this year and it seems the whole thing passed me by. I was busy being sick and the world did not stop and wait for me to get well. I'm still a bit stuffy if you want to know the truth, but I don't feel ready to collapse at any moment so I consider myself well. Well enough to enjoy the festivities anyway.
And there is the rub. I started thinking last week, as I laid on my death couch, that I just wanted to be well by Christmas. Well here it is, two nights before Holy night and I can't say that I care. The only person I bought wrapable gifts for is in California with her father and my usual Christmas cheer went with her. I'm not alone. I have lots of family to see and parties to attend. It just seems like Christmas is happening all around me, but somehow I'm just not quite a part of it.