This is *Christmas*. The season of perpetual hope. And I don’t care if I have to get out on your runway and hitchhike. If it costs me everything I own, if I have to sell my soul to the devil himself, I am going to get home to my son.
I LOVE this time of year. I love all the lights and smiles on people’s faces. I don’t know exactly what it is but there’s a certain warmth in the air. With four days to go, I have a few things left to check off on my Christmas to do list but the most important ones on that list are people I have to see. This weekend, I spent some quality time with two of my favourite girls. There would have been four of us but May1 is still in Thunder Bay until Monday so I won’t see her this Christmas. I left her a little present with Cathy2 so hopefully she’ll be able to give it to her.
Earlier last week I met one of my oldest friends Bear3 as it was his birthday on the 17th. I skimped out a bit and got him one present for both Christmas and his birthday but I knew he wouldn’t mind since we were going to spend some time together anyway.
I have yet to meet up with an old friend of mine from University this year, who gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Actually, she hasn’t really returned any of my facebook messages or phone calls since she’s given birth so I might just have to show up on her doorstep one weekend in January… here’s hoping she’ll be home! HEH If you’re reading, Andrea4, I completely understand how busy it can be with a new little one so I’ll still be here for you whenever you can find your way back to me.