Christmas

I think it’s that I’m like my mother. She always wanted everyone to have a present on Christmas, something to unwrap. Yes, I’m like that. So this year I have been feeling bad. It’s a hard year for money, and I was sliding down into the hole of “I don’t have enough money this year to give something to everyone,” and maybe worrying if people would be hurt or mad. I was saying this to Tasha, whining a bit over the phone.

Tasha said, “That’s not what it’s about.”

Duh, Carol. She didn’t say that part. I did, but not out loud.

Then she said, “It’s about being together.”

I like that she said it. I believed it and believe it, and I hope I can believe it every day from now till 2009.