This Thanksgiving, I feasted with my work family, and was not at all disappointed: turkey, green bean casserole, sweet potato pie, you name it! I have never met such a good group, all working together to get the job done and help each other out. I felt incredibly grateful.
After a big nap, I was ready for the Christmas tree lighting at Carl’s base. We spent the night watching Christmas song performances by the adorable kids and Japanese band. The past week had made me feel how lucky I was to have great coworkers, but now how lucky I was to have a night off and be with my own little family. As one of the elementary school girls performed a solo, mostly on-key, we all cheered enthusiastically. Their teacher played the piano with emotion, like he was onstage at an arena instead of in front of a group of smiling families in a parking lot. It was wintery cold, and I gripped my hot chocolate tight.
With all of the celebrating, I woke up a little under the weather. I’d set my alarm to wake me after fourteen hours: I’ve learned the hard way there is such a thing as too much sleep. I felt awful; the week of feasting, working, and lack of sleep had finally caught up with me.
My response to the post-holiday daze was an extra dose of holiday cheer. I made myself a Apple Basil Smoothie, and slowly wrapped the Christmas presents that had accumulated under our tree. Still recovering, I grabbed my cat and a book, and happily sipped my tea.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole full of worms and oozy smells. This was a hobbit-hole and that means good food, a warm hearth, and all the comforts of home.