Christmas Magic

 

I just feel tired.  Exhausted tired.  Even the moment I wake up, I feel tired.  That feels almost like an accomplishment to wake up feeling tired.  Like falling UP the stairs rather than DOWN them, when gravity is helping you out.  Or falling off a chair when you are sitting (a feat Lotta has mastered).  The day after Thanksgiving, we obtained a Christmas tree.  My favorite part of the whole experience was listening to Lotta and Zibbi excitedly talk as they hung Christmas ornaments on the tree.  How excited they were.  How much fun it was to reacquaint themselves with ornaments that have been collected over the years of their lives.  It was just this tiny pocket of happiness amongst all the stress of living in a pandemic.