Well, I slept till 6:30, which is like sleeping in for me. Went to bed at 10 (we were watching Fahrenheit 451, which Trav has never seen, but I just couldn’t stay up any longer). Hit the sheets and slept straight through, with dreams, even. Realized I hadn’t remembered a dream in days, weeks.

So maybe Dr. Ron was right; he usually is. I was excited (i.e., stressed). We go all out: Christmas eve Mass and a family party, then gifts galore under the tree.

Now that Christmas day is over, those knitted gifts I didn’t finish don’t matter. It was a good day–a great day–though a bit bittersweet, as good days often are. It’s as if I’m in the future, as well as the present, looking back, remembering. And now Travis is off school till Jan. 8, which I’m jazzed about.

I have a Jewish friend who said Christmas is just a bit odd and uncomfortable–all the hubbub that doesn’t include her. I bet, I said. I tried to imagine living in Israel or somewhere where Christmas is a teensy blip on the calendar and Hannukuh or Ramadan is like a Kleig light against the darkness.

How has the holiday been for you?