I am going to tell you a little secret. I wasn't into Christmas this year. I have always been the big Christmas cheerleader around here. I decorate, I bake, I light the candles and the tree and relax reflecting on how great life is. But recently I have had some things happen that didn't feel all that great. It happens to everyone, I have been blessed that those things have rarely happened to me. Until now. Just to reassure everyone, Earl and I are fine, the kids are fine, it's just...stuff. This year I couldn't wait for the season to be over. There, I said it. But with Victoria coming home this weekend I decided to put on my big girl panties and deal with it. Just get those boxes of decorations out of the attic. Maybe I wouldn't put as many up as I usually do, but I would, by golly, decorate if it killed me. So Earl got the boxes down and I started digging, and funny thing, I started feeling a little tickle in my heart. I added some Christmas music. I lit all the candles in the house. The tickle grew. I am quite certain I am growing a little Christmas spirit here girls. Yes, I am feeling a little better about things. The house is taking on that Christmas glow and as I sit with my coffee in my candle lit living room tonight (we are getting the tree this weekend), I plan to reflect on my present blessings. Of which I have many.