My feet would moan in delight if they could, each softly tucked inside brand new shearling slippers. The dog is happily squeaking one of his new balls that is just his size. The tree is lit, the opened gifts sit in piles around it, and the leftover apple pie is calling my name from the kitchen.
I have sole access to all electronic equipment in the house, which means I don’t have to listen to computer games, YouTube videos, the television and music all at once. I have control of my remote, so no boring documentaries tonight. I also have exclusive rights to my telephone line.
I can take a shower whenever I like without running low on hot water because two teenage girls take hours to rinse their long hair.
I can stay up late, crank up the stereo, or sit in complete silence and go to bed at 9:00 p.m.
I can put on my new soft pajamas or sleep naked.
I feel completely relaxed, like I just got an aromatherapy massage.
I’m also feeling itchy to be organized and resolute. That usually only happens to me around September, as the kids head back to school. Maybe I’ll join in the New Year’s Resolution fun this year.
I love Christmas, but I’m so very glad it’s over.