Osler's Razor

The table will be full with food and family
Yet, the absence will be strong.
Those not present will be there
Maybe, only, in my mind and heart.
 

Didn't think I would see her
But I hoped.
Church at Christmas...
 

Little girls dressed as angels
A dusting of snow
It's supposed to be Christmas
But I miss him so.
 

Nothing I wanted this year can be bought, but somehow I got all of my wishes....Or most of them. My dear friend is deliriously happy, and I believe has found someone worthy of her to share her life with, who will take good care of her heart. My son recently tested just off the charts in a few subjects. Another friend in Colorado FINALLY got on the heart transplant list this year. I have FINALLY cracked the code on how to do this work I am studying that has been frustrating me all year long. We are all getting healthier... and of course I am still in a great, loving marriage to this person who, quite simply, is my home. He gave me my childhood back when I met him. Somehow, even through our house exploded 3 years ago and everything literally crumbled around us, we are closer than ever.
I have a wonderful family, some amazing friends that I have turned into my family, and so many other gifts. Not one of these things is in a box under the tree.... This Christmas is so weird because I do not care about ANY of it.... not the normal Christmas stuff anyway. We have no presents wrapped yet, the house looks like LEGO and CRAYONS TORNADO passed thru it, I think we are having some of Bill's weird secret recipe Indian food for the dinner... we put up the tree but no outside lights this year and we are just going to sort of..CHILL. I think this is the true meaning of Christmas, or at least as close as this Unitarian is going to get... and I felt it this year for the very first time without any of the usual candy canes, Jingles Bells, etc On Christmas morning I am going to sit in my living room with the half dog -eaten- Gingerbread Train, and watch my son open up the HOT WHEELS CRISS CROSS CRASH Race Track that Bill went to NINE stores to find. We will probably listen to those cars Criss Cross and Crash for the next two weeks, and I don't even care.
 

Plus, not only that, Hector gave me some new oven mitts and a HUUUUGE bag of weed. AWESOME.
 

Christmas Eve:

Each year at 7:00(pm)
The door opened and the friends
arrived for yule cheer!


Merry Christmas everyone!
 

Traditions begin,
A new family blended:
What will next year hold?
 

Faking Christmas
Fall was better
Await that reunion.
 

Sitting in a bar
Listening to "Brown Eyed Girl"
Merry Christmas all.
 

Always loved that song
But never as much
As May 09.
 

:)
 

Not a Haiku, but if you are looking for something to write to the one you love for Christmas:
The Story
Brandi Carlisle
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
 

Our neighbors told us that it just isn't Christmas until you have your house tpd by the Wacoan of the Year and his family. Merry Christmas! :)