A Bit of Wit, Mk. 2

All I wanted this Christmas was to be well enough to be here with my family on Cape Cod. In light of my hellish experiences at the hand of my immune and digestive system over this past summer and fall, that was it--I didn't want presents. I just wanted to be here. Presents would be secondary; if I wasn't well enough to enjoy them, then what did it matter?

I got what I wanted--I'm home.

I'm here on Cape Cod with my family, at nearly full health--still healing. And that, my friends, might be probably one of the best Christmas presents I could ever receive. Both April and I had doubts that this would even be a possibility, but it happened. April says that we would've made it here come hell or high water, but even so, I'm glad I've recovered enough to enjoy myself.

So now, as I sit here, there's music all around, there's family present, all manners of hustle and bustle in the house, and Christmas goose is in the oven.

What more could I ask for? Maybe for some tea, Earl Grey, hot. Or some hot cocoa.

Hopefully this day finds all of you well; whether you observe Christmas or not, I still hope you all have a great day regardless.

Merry Christmas, everyone.