Merry Christmas

Christmas Eve turned out better than it started.

I spent most of the day making sausage soup and chess pie, but having tasted the soup, it was worth it!  We'll have it tomorrow which we are calling First Christmas this year. Second Christmas will be when my granddaughter comes home from Ireland and Third Christmas will be when Bestest and I get together in late January.

I got to feast on videos of my youngest grandchildren tonight. They are a cross between adorable and a stitch! I love their exuberance and innocence. Grandchildren are what Christmas means to me. Still young enough to believe -- in everything.

There is much to be said for believing. It speaks of hope and dreams, of love and all the good things in life. And even when all those things don't pan out, if you still believe in something there is still hope for -- well, hopes and dreams and love.

Maybe not the way I envision them now, but real all the same.

And on that note I wish you all a very Merry Christmas filled with the joys that speak to your heart. I am about to go to sleep to Christmas carols played, sung and recorded for me by Bestest. And who knows, maybe Santa Clause will come before morning!