Life is crazy. Things are hectic.
As most of you know, there’s been a lot of heavy stuff on the ol’ Miff-mind lately.
But today is Christmas.
I’m famously conflicted about Christmas. I rail about the commercialization of the whole thing. I’m exhausted by the religious people around me lamenting the war on “Merry Christmas”. On and on.
But this year, I found this little gem of a song, from one of my favorite record labels, Daptone Records:
That’s my Christmas this year. Despite everything that’s going on, we were able to provide a memorable Christmas for my daughter. I still worry about the commercialization and materialism of it all.
But she specifically asked for two very reasonable and affordable gifts that we could swing. And we worked to give her a few other special things that were just right.
As a four-year old, she’s been the most excited for this Christmas than she has for any other so far.
And she’s in heaven right now.
I was able to get a few things my wife wanted and she got me a new record player which is just perfect for me.
Kate’s looking cute in her fuzzy footie jammies, nibbling her Christmas candy, playing with all of her new toys.
The dog is dozing in the sun coming through the front window, with her new Christmas bone tucked up under her front leg.
Grandma just left for her house, following a great Christmas Eve with extended family here last night.
My wife is keeping herself busy sorting through things and putting stuff away.
And I’m just sitting on the couch with my feet snug in my new Christmas slippers, sipping my peppermint mocha coffee, taking it all in; feeling perfectly content in the satisfied glow that everyone around me exhibits.
It wasn’t materialistic. No one was greedy and no one spoiled anybody. But for the last week, there’s been an amazing focus on love.
I’ve had the last several days off work and I’ve spent them with just my daughter and I, while my wife worked. We Christmas shopped for Mommy and Grandma…we went to the movies…we ate cinnamon rolls. We had a lot of fun.
We spent Christmas Eve with our family. My dad and stepmom are on their way over to spend this afternoon.
And throughout all of this, Binky Griptite’s words have echoed through my mind, on continual loop: “Daddy’s on the couch, not thinking about his worries”.
Everyone is taken care of. Everyone had a special day. We have family. We have friends. We take care of each other. We look out for one another. My kid counts on us and knows she can. My dog loves me. We share. We laugh. There is love.
I’m just taking it all in; reminding myself, that no matter what else…There is love.
And that is all that matters.
Daddy's sitting on the couch, not thinking about his worries…