A Very Merry Christmas (Part 1)

In the past,  I've always loved Christmas with the tree,  the presents, the warmth, the presents, the joy, and uh . . . the presents.  Needless (I hope) to say,  the joys that come with Christmas have changed as I've matured. (Don't laugh)  Instead of presents,  it's the friends that give me joy.  Instead of wishing eagerly for breakfast to hurry up and be made,  I now wish it would take longer so I can stay in bed.  One of the things that has dissipated over time as well,  is that intense anticipation.  For that,  I am most thankful. . . I couldn't stand it as a kid.

But even more so than before,  this Christmas is different.  More important.  It hasn't been the best organized Christmas I've ever had, ( I finished buying gifts yesterday. I think.)  In fact, we didn't even set up the tree till about two weeks ago.

It's not the presents, (at least the presents under the tree, mind you)  'cause I know that I'm getting less wrapped packages then ever before.  And that one of them is a book.

Maybe part of  it is my expectations.  This year I find that I'm thankful with the thought that I don't have to work tomorrow, at home or otherwise.  I find that people could give me socks, and I would still be (moderately) happy, as I won't have to buy any for myself for at least another month.  And sleeping-in sounds like music to my soul. . .

I think the truth of it is this.  I'm happy and completely satisfied with everything.  This last month has been a month of miracles.  It's almost like I've opened all my presents early.  And I am simply delighted with what I've received.  And when I stop to consider all that I even had before that . . . why would I want more?

Let's see,  I've got (starts ticking fingers):
-Family.  A family who values me even when I am playing caveman in my room.
-Friends.  The best friends that anyone could possibly even hope for.
-Music
-A Drivers Licence
-I'm able to write.
-A car (Even if it doesn't run, it's still mine.)
-A God who loves me.

What else do I need?