Gifts we gave. We made all our gifts this year, including zipper pulls for the cousins' backpacks.
Gifts for the kids. The tree is propped up by presents especially selected by our loved ones for us. Some of us were excited and some of us played it cool.
The leather jacket emphasizes the cool, don't you think?
Gifts for the dog. Toys marked "chew me" don't last long around these parts.
Gifts for the future. I pray that I have enough of my children's great grandmother's genes to look this good in my mid 80s. She works out every day. Bleh.
Gifts to make me cry. Caddo Artist also gave handmade gifts. It's too bad I couldn't catch the detail on the beading along with the way it catches the light. Then again, all I'm trying to pass along is that people not on her Christmas list should be jealous. I'm jealous of myself!
My mom told me that I would have to wait until she died to get this scarf, just like she had to wait until my grandmother died. I didn't have to wait and how nice is it that my mom is alive? She also recounted in a lovely illuminated letter the story of the scarf and a childhood trip with her mother to San Francisco.
Dreams of our new year. I can count my blessings at Thanksgiving, but I learn so much more about giving at Christmas. Between now and the new year, I'll be considering the generosity of my family by birth and by choice. This season I've been put on notice that the world has the capacity to be beautiful, kind, and creative. I must respond likewise. I'll have challenges, but I'll have support. In this way, I (you are welcome on the journey) can continue to dream for a world in which every day we celebrate the best in each other (after you quit gagging, of course).