Was Santa good to you? Did he bring you a yoga mat that may have been a hint that you should maybe re-evaluate your current exercise regime because maybe it's not doing the trick? Was this because you ate those cookies you left for him? Okay, maybe that's just me.
It's okay, it's Christmas - I'm in such a good mood that I won't let Santa's judginess affect me today. I will breathe deeply and let it go (I will probably be sitting on my yoga mat). I will remind myself that who is he to judge, he's not exactly a poster boy for fitness, right? Don't you sometimes wonder how he gets out there and does that whole world tour thing...the chimneys, the cookies, the gifts, dealing with all the Rudolph drama...given the shape he's in? Right? Okay. Maybe just me again.
So this is our first Christmas of things being "different". Some major changes having occurred recently...mostly due to my Mom's health and my parents moving out of the home I grew up in, but lots of other changes as well. Because life sometimes prefers to dump everything on your head all at once, as opposed to pacing it out in manageable increments (life panics sometimes too, what with so many people suddenly noticing that it's very short and disappointing)
But sitting in the little condo my parents now live in, with most of the family present, some things occurred to me. First of all...I like the little condo they now live in. My Dad's fondness for creating kind of a "cold gymnasium feel" at his previous house (think bad fluorescent lighting and low thermostat) were replaced with lamp-lit coziness and...warmth? The lobby has a Christmas tree that is at least 50 feet tall. Fully decorated. Angel on top. Come on.
Secondly, Taco Bell is a fairly decent alternative to a big turkey dinner extravaganza. (okay, so I couldn't say it with a straight face...despite my upgrade to Taco "supreme") Okay, but listen. The clean-up is a thousand percent easier. See? Got you there.
Before you completely lose faith in me, important things occurred to me too! (yoga mats are actually magic). I realized that love and happiness aren't a location (so I can stop pestering my GPS lady. Nor are they something you can hold in your hand. Sometimes things don't work out perfectly and some things you can't control. Aaand here it comes...the requisite cheesy Christmas sentiment...
I can't resist! It can't be overstated...(it can, watch...) love and happiness are all about the people sitting there with you right now. Mostly. (we can still discuss Uncle Mike). Or the ones that can't be there, but that you carry with you in your heart. Or that dog that is going insane, running around, crashing into furniture, yelping and panicking because someone thought it'd be "fun" to tuck some wrapping paper into her collar and "see what she does". (pretty sure that's just me too...)
I sincerely wish you and yours the best day ever. If not that, then a really good day! Top ten material. If not that, then might I suggest Taco Bell. For inexplicable reasons, it is also open today.
As should our hearts be...
(I know. I went too far...)