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Not the Christmas I Had Planned
I distinctly remember a few holidays past.
One Christmas, many moons ago, I had 2 young, toddler-ish girls.
It was 1 pm on Christmas Eve and we had already completed everything I had planned until we opened a few gifts after dinner.
I was bored out of my mind.
It was supposed to be a very festive day and here we were with nothing to do.
The girls were crawling all over me with excitement in their adorable sequined dresses, and perfect baby curls.
I did not know what to do with them.
We brought gifts to the neighbors.
We decorated cookies.
We painted our nails.
We sang carols.
All before noon and there were hours and hours to go before bedtime.
I opened a bottle of wine as a sigh of relief and we started playing a card game.
I was literally bored out of my mind.
I loved my darling daughters so very much, but I did not want to play 6 hours of Go Fish.
The wine, although a bit too early in the day, seemed like an emergency floatation device in a vast ocean with no shore in sight.
