and it was goodThis was a very satisfying Christmas.
And strangely enough, it involved no elaborate meal, no large gathering of family or friends.
It was the humans and the cats (one still severely congested and on his way back to the vet), a Stouffer's casserole and the tree.
But I had my joyful Christmas celebrations around the Holy Table in 3 different locations so to just be with husband and felines, lolling around, opening presents and making phone calls, knitting (me), playing with updated Chessmaster (him), being oddly intimate with a plastic stocking full of pet toys (Wilbur), and finally going out for Indian buffet and a trip to the lights in Yukon, where we walked among lights and ducks in Chisholm Trail Park, was just perfect.
We don't have a lot of holiday traditions that are set in stone yet. We've often had invitations on Christmas Day to be with parishioners or friends, and those have been lovely occasions. But this Christmas felt right and good. I have baked no cookies this year, I'm going to stick the meats for potential roasting in the freezer, the house is really either going to have to get cleaned or condemned, but we are full of the Christmas spirit around here.