We began the morning as usual with coffee on the deck. It wasn’t long before we got a video-conference call from our son — it was time for the grandchildren to open their presents from their grandparents. This is Christmas.
Next, were an assortment of photos from my children, grandchildren, and siblings who find the need and desire to connect with us, and us with them. One daughter sent a photo of her grand-dogs [no grandchildren yet, but her two children all have dogs]. This is Christmas.
And then we had another video call from our neighbours in Canada who will not be joining us in Mexico this year. The talk was about the lack of snow — a brown Christmas — and sharing stories of our children and grandchildren. This is Christmas.
When all of this was done, I checked in here and saw notifications that told me a number of you have visited while I slept. Thank you for being in my life. This is Christmas.