My sister is talking on the phone.
As usual... I am obsessing.
Tomorrow is Christmas.
We are going to have hot chocolate, and cinnimon rolls. My sister will love her presents. I will open mine, and they will be perfectly from the heart. My father will tell stories. My mother will serve us warm food. My cousins will stop by to say hello. The man I love will come, and he'll bring something I never would have liked to get, but I'll say thank you and love it just the same. My friends will call me to wish me the best christmas.
We'll laugh. All of us will laugh.
The cats and the dogs and the mice will make friends.
Holidays remind me that only the very simple things in life matter.
Things I don't have.