The theft of my wreath, the sudden drop in temperatures, and the post-apocalyptic state of my apartment had all contributed to my blah feeling about this holiday season.
I got home from work yesterday to discover my sister had come over and transformed my apartment into a clean, liveable space. She also put up my Christmas tree and left me a note on my door wishing me a peaceful Christmas with Brad. Between that marvelous surprise and Brad's arrival last night, suddenly I am awash in the Christmas spirit.
We're getting off work at 1pm (yay) so I'll be home early to decorate the tree before getting dressed for Mass and dinner. My presents are mostly wrapped, and now that I have space available, I'm looking forward to finishing the rest.
Thank you sister dear for your wonderful pre-Christmas surprise; you've helped me rediscover my love for the season.
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and good wishes to all regardless!