Thursday December 25th, 2014

The exercise:

Write about: one day.

Merry Christmas! I hope Santa was good to you and yours, and that your day was filled with laughter and love.

Max got quite the haul of stuff. I can't even remember it all right now. I'm not even sure I saw everything he received.

I do, however, know that if we hadn't taken away the mini basketball, soccer ball, and football that his Aunt Nicky gave him he'd have been quite happy completely ignoring the remaining presents.

Also: he's going to have a blast playing with the train set Kat's parents bought him.

I've got some cash and gift cards to spend, a CD to listen to, a couple books to read, and a laptop fan to replace the one that Max broke when he dragged it (and our laptop) off the couch a few weeks back. Probably some other things too, but it was a rather overwhelming gift opening session.

I should get this written up so that I can get to bed, because I need the rest tonight.

Mine:

One day each year
We leave behind
Our worry
And our fear.

We focus on
Family and friends,
And it starts
Before dawn.

And sure it might
Break down
And not last
Until night.

But for some amount
Of time it does
And, really, it's the
Thought that counts.