This is my favorite time of year. And this has been a brutal year on so many levels, mostly on the global/geopolitical level, though I've had some minor difficulties of my own. But I love the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and have been waiting all semester for the break when I could just become a hermit, enjoy the long nights by the Christmas tree wrapped up in warm blankets watching movies and writing or reading or cross stitching or whatever-ing.
My normal holiday plans were thwarted a bit this year.
Some people would probably expect me to say that the holidays were "ruined," but they weren't. I spent Thanksgiving weekend sleeping in hospital waiting rooms and hoping that the next person to enter the room would bring me good news. I held two fingers of the hand of the person I loved most in the world and thought of all the ways I'd taken him for granted during 2016. I mentally canceled Christmas because I was told it was going to be a 4-6 week recovery period at best, if there was going to be one at all. So when he started to rapidly improve and the doctor told me he was going to be fine...it didn't matter that I hadn't eaten turkey, or didn't have a tree, or hadn't started shopping, or wasn't even planning on it.
I had everything to be thankful for, and I had all the Christmas presents I needed. The rest is superfluous.