Although my family has been through their fair share of trials and tribulations, we are truly blessed for so many reasons, except for the medical bills part. Those really chap my hide.
Our tree, with a bubble wrap skirt.
In the true spirit of Christmas, I would like to hand out gifts today to some of the people who have had a hand in making my life a pretty darn good one. These aren't real gifts in the sense that you can hold them in your hand, because those cost money. My son has a cardiac echo in a few weeks. You do the math.
Speaking of my son, I'll start with him:
I give you the sped-up process of medical technology, so you won't need open heart surgery and they can fix your valve with a catheter. I'm also throwing in an endless game of chess, a couple of friends, better hearing, and less anxiety. I'm sorry about that last one. You get it naturally.
To my friend whose husband walked out on her: I give you your 20 years back. You can keep your son, though. So, bonus!
To my father-in-law and my step-mother: You and your grandson and your whacky hearts! I give you all error-free tickers.
To my sisters: No pain anywhere in your bodies, peace, strength, and improved tech skills (it had to be said).
To my husband: Less stress. Okay, this gift is really for me. Think of it like the candy I put in your stocking that I eat the day after Christmas. It appears to be for you, but it's really mine.
To my daughter: Many more good books to read, non-raging teen hormones (another one for me!) and I'm even going to throw in a pair of UGG boots. You're welcome.
To my friend struggling with her faith: A homily that speaks to you, hymns that speak to you, and the warmth that I feel when I'm sitting in church. Well, that last part is because they keep the heat on BOILING, but you get the idea.
To my friend and co-worker, Denise: You get a month with your grandson, Johnny Mac Pippin.
To my friend Ree: I give you half the goodness that you have brought to my family. Only half, because the whole is JUST. TOO. MUCH.
To our new friend in Key West, Toni: I give you visitors with sweet memories of your father and guests who don't blame you for cloudy days.
To my friend and co-worker, Melisa: Because you're Jewish, I won't give you a Christmas present. Instead, you get the birthday present that I never sent! Also, I'm probably going to throw in a extra spreadsheet to work on. I'm a giver like that.
To the wonderful readers who visit my little spot on the internet: I give you no tragedies, healthy families, an endless supply of Corona Light (oops, sorry...that's for me), and a stellar 2013.