After my annual Christmas screed last night, I got one of the longest e-mails I've ever received from the BRD. And it was one of the sweetest. She remembered many happy things that happened to her on Christmases during her childhood. One of her fondest stories was about the year she circled several items in "the Christmas catalog" that she'd like to get but did not mark the doll she really wanted because she knew it was too expensive. Nevertheless, when the presents were opened on Christmas morning, there for her was the doll. She was amazed and extremely grateful. But, she said, she was so nervous about it's beauty that she never took it out of its box to play with. She would look at it, occasionally straighten it's dress, but she kept it prim and pristine for over 20 years! She finally gave it to her younger sister to give to her first daughter when she got old enough to appreciate it. Now that's a Christmas story to melt any old Grinch's heart.
And to compound it, SWMBO and I were talking about it and she said the same exact thing happened to her when she was a girl. Her mother later told her when it arrived in the mail she knew it was a mistake because there was no way they could afford it. She had a serious moral dilemma that she fought over in her mind for days. She resolved . . . and this is a woman who had a somewhat casual relationship with religious belief . . . by determining that the doll had come for her daughter by divine intervention. Well! What can I say?
What I had forgotten when I was garrumphing (you can look it up, it's in the fictionary) was all the Christmas goodies. And today that started, with SWMBO's first Christmas cookies coming out of the oven.
Needless to say, they're delicious.
Man, I love the holidays!