Wednesday, December 25, 2019
The Day Itself
And so the day itself arrives. Gifts are opened, breakfasts consumed. . . and there is the wait for Christmas dinner. Some are smoking it up, some are drinking, and the kids are playing computer games.
If you are not living the Great American Christmas Dream as seen in movies and on t.v. . . . friend. . . Merry Christmas to you, too. It's not all like that, I promise.
Maybe very little, I think.
But we should hope. Fingers crossed.
Posted by cafe selavy at 9:13 AM