|Ernest basset does Rudolph.|
Does a week's absence from writing makes the heart grow fonder? I know I missed writing, did you miss reading?
I'm still battling a cold I picked up somewhere over the Atlantic. I'm very glad it is nearly over. For the first time in a long time, I decided to forgo all social activities and lay low. It's amazing how that helps.
I missed the longest night. I missed decorating many cookies. I missed shopping.
I'm not sure how much I missed shopping.
I hate the frenzy of shopping that happens this time of year.
The panic that sets in because you think you need to pick up a present for someone. I used to be a person who was completely afraid of offending someone by not buying an extravagant gift or forgetting every possible permutation of relative or distant friend I might run into during the festive period.
I have long given up on such things and I hope as we all get older and hopefully wiser, this is happening to you as well.
Panic, anxiety and guilt are things we don't need to box up and present to others or put ourselves through this time of year.
I'm trying to relax, breathe, not jump to conclusions and stop being my own worst critic when it comes to holiday cheer.
Perhaps being in a good mood and being present is the best thing you can give to anyone this year.