So, the 25th was a good day here at Casa de Pobble. Mind you, I woke to the smell of coffee, and the sound of music, so it could hardly have been a bad one.
Part of the joy of being a grown-up at Christmas is you still get chocolates and nuts and hair clips in your stocking ~ but you also get booze and stockings in your stocking.
We would both enjoy sharing Christmas with our loved ones. Have the opportunity to have them in our home, around our table, on the holiday. But for now, it's just not feasible. Which makes it very good thing that a day just the two of us is just as special. Back at Thanksgiving, I wrote about being so very excited to have Thanksgiving with him. A friend asked me what we were doing. I told her we were having the day here at home, just the two of us. She asked what made that different from any other Thursday.
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Okay, technically, it's no different. But it is. It's a holiday, with Lithus. And every single one of those is worth getting excited about.
It was a good day. How about yours?
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
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