My favorite Christmas present this year was time, and that has not always been the case.
For the past ten years I spent my Christmases in Las Vegas. Generally the day found me either house hopping from the home of one friend to another, or eating with my niece and taking in a movie. More often then not I opted for free time alone in peace and quiet, surfing the web or reading, rather than busyness to remind me I was filling empty space.
This year I stayed quietly at home. I surfed the web a bit. I read a bit. It was pretty much the same as years past — except — that this year my silence was companionable, and more often then not as we sat and read or searched the web, my left hand was nestled in OC’s right hand, and that made all the difference in the world.