New Year’s Day. I suppose my husband and I are not the only souls over 40 who got a good night’s sleep last night. After a few dozen New Year’s Eves, we don’t need to see that ball thing drop in Times Square – are they still doing that? We read for a while and then turned out the light long before midnight.
Christmas was subdued, too. Our kids came home for Thanksgiving instead of Christmas this year. The house has been all torn up for installing new carpet, so we didn’t decorate. Then my dad, newly admitted to the nursing home, was not approved for leaving for Christmas day, so my husband, Mom and Dad, and I had our Christmas at the facility. Turkey and dressing in the dining room was lovely. We opened presents around Dad’s bedside. And then Mom and Dad were exhausted. We went home and had a quiet afternoon.
We enjoyed our quiet holiday. We were ready for a little peace. But what makes Christmas most meaningful are going to church, and having children in the house to get excited about Santa Claus coming. Plus a big sparkling Christmas tree. Next year, we will certainly have our tree up, and maybe a bright-eyed four year old to help us celebrate.
Best wishes for your new year, everyone.