Home Alone

It's been a full day of refreshment. I did not leave the house today. Not once. Presently I'm sitting in front of the fireplace, with a warm cup of coffee, staring at my screen and stealing glimpses of the Christmas tree. Side note: my cat is drinking the tree water and when I touched a branch today, all the needles instantly fell to the floor. Stay tuned for the Griswold fire in the next week or two... My youngest son is fresh from the shower in his jammie pants and suit jacket. He is listening to something with his headphones and grabbing slices of pizza. It's like watching a live version of Home Alone.

I'm browsing. Shopping in my mind. Two things stand out to me. 1) If I want to go see Wicked, I can buy the last reasonable ticket and go alone. We have already discussed my love of the theater and this production in particular. So. I'm probably going to do it. I've absolutely no issue going alone. It just means I have to buy my own slice of pie afterward. Which is a little disheartening. 2) My favorite childhood book is out of print. We also discussed this. The Twelve Dancing Princesses? Remember? I was thinking about purchasing it just because it was one of the happy memories of my childhood. A keepsake. Something sentimental. And do you know Amazon is selling it for $94?! A child's book. Probably 15 pages at most. Out of print. $94.

Now. If I'm in the live version of Home Alone, I'm rather expecting a Christmas miracle. And it could be one of many things. It's not likely to be Wicked tickets or an out of print book. I mean who knows, the big guy is always watching, ya? But. It's more likely to be the small things. The little kindnesses that creep into each day. The co-worker who brushes the snow off your car. The UPS guy who doesn't dump your packages in the snowdrift, but, rather, brings them to your doorstep. The person you pass every day who greets you with a warm smile. The child who lights up when you enter the house. The pet who curls up in your lap to watch a show. The friend that sends a random text to let you know you occupy a spot in their thoughts and heart. The large Dunkin Donuts iced tea with say two, or whatever, three, Splendas, that makes its way to your desk.

Small, maybe anonymous, Christmas miracles. A way to brighten a day. A week. Or a year. Challenge accepted.