I just checked the label on the bottle of pills I have to order from Canada because I don't have health insurance, and it doesn't say anything at all about guaranteeing my Xmas spirit. I have hardly ever had any, you know.
I used to think that Christmas would be my defining moment, when I would receive the life-changing gift that would make me prettier, smarter, but most of all: popular, or at least more well liked. But, of course, there is no such gift, and every year after the opening of presents, I would feel deflated and depressed. It also didn't help that I was the only child and was watched strenuously (in that peculiar way that parents of only children do) to gage my reaction and, I feel, to validate my parents and their life choices. Whew! Being an only child is hard! But that's another blog................
One of my best Christmas's was my little brother's first Christmas. I was so glad to have him there, in the floor with me by the tree. His very presence gave me a purpose (in helping him open his presents) and a long awaited feeling of normalcy.
I hope this Xmas, the first one with my long awaited daughter, will also be good. If I could take a pill to make it so, I would.
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