Spending my Christmas evening alone. No girls fighting. No asking for dinner. No arguing over who gets to choose what is watched on television.
Nope. I do not feel guilty. I love my girls to the end of the world, but when you are a single parent, and they only see the other parent one time a year; on Christmas: Yeah, you kind of work up to it.
Wait for it. Plan for it. Expect it. And cheer your behind off when it actually happens! (Which is not always the case).
So I am taking my nekkid kitty to bed, putting on some Hobbit movie that I have seen 76 times, but still not enough, and enjoying the “Silent Night” that I truly know and believe my Gracious Lord Jesus knew I needed.
No, I am not joking or mocking religion. Do you pray? Pray enough for something, and He will truly deliver it to you!
Merry Christmas to each and every one of you! What a beautiful day!