There comes a point in time where you don’t get presents under the tree anymore, where “haul posts” seem tasteless, and measuring a holiday by the amount of ~*stuff*~ you got doesn’t make sense.
I didn’t get anything for Christmas this year, but that’s okay. I wasn’t expecting anything. Carl and I don’t exchange gifts, and my father forgave the $4000 I owed him. What I’m more thankful for is that everyone I know is together.
This is the first Christmas that nobody in my immediate family has been sick or in the hospital or laid up in bed. Spending time with my family is all I could ask for. Mom doesn’t have cancer any more, nor are her legs broken. Dad doesn’t have the flu. Karyn’s back in school and kicking ass. And me? I’m floating on as best I can.
I have good friends who are there when I need them and who care about me, a family that refuses to let me sink, and surprisingly enough, a partner that actually gives a shit about me.
That’s all I can really ask for. To my friends, family, and other loved ones I may be missing - thank you. I don’t know where I’d be without you.