I just had a sugar cookie for breakfast.
Ok. Two sugar cookies. And I’m contemplating a third.
But they were relatively small–little green and red churches–so like two equals one.
Anyway, don’t judge me. I am working on coming down from a whirlwind of Christmas festivities that started ten days ago with prime rib and presents at the in-laws and carried on with the eating and merriment until last night when Husband and I crawled into the house around 11 PM under the falling snow after a quick trip to Arizona to celebrate one of our best friend’s marriage.
There was still frosting on the counter from the sugar cookie and crafting debacle that ensued on Christmas Eve.
There was wrapping paper stuck to chairs, stale Chex Mix on the table, crusty pancake bowls in the sink and undelivered presents for the neighbors waiting to be unwrapped under our un-lit and lean-y Christmas tree.
We dropped our bags at the door and trudged up the steps, swept the remains of our day-after-Christmas whirlwind packing episode off the bed and on to the floor and proceeded to fall into a Christmas Coma.
I have pillow lines on my face that will take weeks to fade, just like the dents in my feet from the heels I wore to dance the night away on Saturday.
But oh, we had fun for Christmas…
And oh, we have such great people in our lives. Between our Thanksgiving Disney Adventure, my little Christmas concert tour in mid-December, Christmas with the family and wedding festivities with my best friends under the Arizona sun, we got to see and squeeze so many people we love this holiday season.
And it’s that kind of squeezing, that kind of love and celebration that gets us through the deep-freeze of December and helps propel us and thaw us out a enough to bear with optimism the upcoming North Dakota January.
That and an occasional glass of whiskey.
And so, while the snow is falling outside my window today in quiet little swirls, I am sipping coffee from my holiday mug, planning our New Year’s meal and warming up with memories of a holiday well spent.
Because in a few days I will go on missing summer, but today I couldn’t be warmer.
Horses weather winter better than their human counterparts
by Jessie Veeder