The Que Sera Christmas
This post was fresh in my mind over the holiday. Itching to break free and find life in the interwebs... but, alas, I've been sidetracked by pork dumplings, meatballs, and tree demolition. And my current guiltiest pleasure... Blacklist. I'm going to digress here and there as I attempt to reawaken the phrases that kept running through my mind. Since the poetry escapes me.. I'm going to say it out right. This was THE most relaxed, non-stressful Christmas I've EVER had. EVER. Since my children and the pressures of grown-up life anyway... And that, my friends, is a BIG deal. BIG. Even the hubs agreed and said so to others... which means truth. We had a 4-H party at the house the week before. Family over for dinner on Christmas. My modest home had 25 humans in it at one point on Christmas day, and we all fit. And talked and laughed. And I didn't start breathing funny or have to wave my hands around my face in our closet to calm myself. I