I'm holed up in the cave while Shay sleeps on the couch. It's a dismal day and I have no lights on. A flannel shirt and a cup of coffee are pretty comforting to me.
I'm not in a great mood. I've been looking forward to Christmas and now that it's here, I'm stuck in that "It's going to be over soon" state of mind. Tyler and Chaela (sister and brother-in-law) won't be making it home for Christmas, Sam (brother) has to work, and Alli and Joe (sister and brother-in-law) are leaving sometime tonight because of some snafu. I'm mostly upset because Shay's sick, and I can tell she feels terrible, but she's trying to lie to me and tell me she's ok because she knows that today is really important to me. I wish she could feel better. I was sick once over Christmas and it was the worst. I hope this nap helps her out some.
All of this stands to remind me that Christmas is not about me. It's not presents, or chili, or church with the little kids singing out of tune. It's about Christ and the promise that his birth brings us.
May the joy of Christ fill your hearts tonight. May He fill my heart also.