Hibernating

We struggled to get out of bed this morning...yesterday, too.  Pookie slept in by an hour both days.

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I found it strange until my husband jokingly said waking up this morning was like coming out of hibernation.  Maybe he's put his finger on it: we are all ready for some hibernating, some resting, some release from busybusyness.

December can be full of hustle and bustle and pretty lights and treats and programs and songs and movies and gifts and wrapping and parties and traditions and cards.  It's tiring just to list, not to mention actually do all those things.

So, we're doing something we've never done before: we're staying home on Christmas.  Since it falls on a Sunday, we'll go to church, but then we're having dinner at home, making Jesus a birthday cake together after naptime.

We'll travel beforehand and make our rounds and have a few happy but hectic days, sure.  But above that, we will hibernate, luxuriate in each other's presence (instead of presents).  Read of the God-man's birth and just let the sweet mystery of it flood our dreams and days.

This blog will be hibernating, too, until the new year, when I'll be back with resolutions and new goals and, hopefully, a healthy, well-rested glow.

Merry Christmas to you and yours; see you in 2012.