Christmas Gifts. A different perspective. My perspective.
It’s early Christmas Eve morning. My daughter is still sleeping. But the house isn’t quiet. The animals are all stirring. The dogs are romping around demanding to be fed early. Every few minutes they change it up and wrestle with one another instead. Two of the cats are meowing outside the door to come in, they know I’m awake. In between meows I hear them jumping from the kitchen countertops to the floor. I hear a toy ball with a bell in it being batted around the floor. When it stops, I assume it’s under the stove again
It’s nearly chaos. But I’m needed, and being needed is a gift. Without their insanity, I would lose my own sanity.