Well, as you may have noticed, we gave up on the 12 Days of Solstice, the day after Solstice. I reacted badly to my antibiotics and the boys have been passing a bug back and forth since Thanksgiving. I was tired and after Solstice, I just didn't care anymore. We didn't make our annual ornaments or finish any handmade gifts. We didn't go on a nature walk or sledding at midnight under the stars.
In a way though, getting sick was the best thing that happened to our holiday season. Instead, we made cozy nests on the couch and watched far too many old Warner Brother's cartoons on YouTube. We shopped on Amazon and ate fruit with cheese and crackers for dinner. We were quiet and peaceful and the house was filthy.
You know what came from letting go of all those expectations? The boys each came up to us the day after Christmas and said, "Mom. Dad. This was the best holiday ever."
Yes, yes it was.
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