This is what our Christmas looks like. And It feels so full. I bought my son a new bike. Like, brand new. We looked in thrift stores for months. I tried craigslist. And you know what? Sometimes you gotta just say screw it and go for it. We are fortunate to be able to. I know. So off to the neighborhood bike store. New bike for Aidan. Yay. My daughter wanted a vintage typewriter. She wants to write a book, old school style. There is still a typewriter repair shop on the west side of town. And lucky for us he repairs and sells old typewriters. A few things from the flea market, an I Love Nerds shirt for my daughter (and some cash for her too. new bike vs/ vintage type writer...). And for the stockings, chocolate. Local, yum, chocolate.
Anyway. Like "A Christmas Story", I remember Christmas past. I remember Christmas with so much stuff. Tons of stuff. New stuff. Too much stuff. I remember Christmas with not so much stuff. Christmas where I spent $50 per kid. I remember. And Im thankful for all that we have. And all that we have gone through, to get here.
Happy Holidays. Whatever they mean to you, I hope you enjoy them.
...And a great American novel was born out of an old typewriter. It took many years to grow into the story it became, but grow it did...one word - one thought at a time.
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