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Dec 25, 2007


It's 7:10 am. I have been up since a little before 6. My cats are my alarm clock. Roscoe takes his paw and gently hits my nose repeatedly until I wake up. I generally tell him to lay down and go back to sleep, and sometimes, believe it or not, he does. But, usually I wake up.

And this morning, it is Christmas Day. I can feel the specialness of the day. It creeps into my very fiber like a long lost friend coming to visit unannounced, though so, so welcome. There is a brightness to the morning that clouds bely.

We have no presents under our tree this year. Nor will there be any. But still I am happy and full of peace. Don't ask me why. It belongs to this day.

The cats are fed, and Sasha has determinedly found her way outside. She is a wild one, that cat. Do they feel the specialness of this glorious morning? I think they must. I think all creatures must. And if you stand really still, some of this unique joy will magically become a part of you, and the rest of your day will be filled with laughter, sharing, and memories sweet and true.

Merry Christmas from me to you.

6 comments:

alphonsedamoose said...

Deb: Merry Christmas. It sounds like you are allowing the spirit of the season into your heart. I know it is hard but I am so happy for you.

Enemy of the Republic said...

I'm thinking of you today.

Babzy said...

What Moose said.

Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Blessings to you! Alex and I had a similarly peace-filled and serene Christmas —although I was up before the lazy cat.

Catmoves said...

Deb, my Christmas gift to you is a big, warm hug of friendship. Enjoy.

just me said...

A great big hug coming back atcha, Catmoves. Are you ready? Well, here it comes.......