Here it is....my first Christmas Eve all alone.
Don't know how I feel about that, other than it's not the greatest feeling. I console myself with the knowledge that it won't be all Christmas Eve - by agreement I get the kids back late tonight. And tomorrow is Christmas and I'll creep out of bed early, start the monkey bread in the oven, climb up in the attic to pull down the sleds that Santa brought the kids, line the batteries up on the kitchen counter, and ring the jingle bells to wake the house.
But that's tomorrow, and right now, I'm alone. Even Beatrix the cat is ignoring me. She was kind enough to barf of the carpet, though, just to remind me that I'm not entirely alone here. I guess that's something.
I'm heading out the door in a few moments to drive to a local nursing home. I'm going to be singing Christmas carols for the residents today, in an effort to get my mind off all I don't have and onto being thankful for all that I do have. I hope it works.
Wherever you are, I hope you're having a wonderful holiday with family and friends and all the trimmings. Life here will continue moving forward, and soon the chaos of another Christmas morning will decorate my world with love.