Spent an hour an a half unpacking Christmas lights, untangling strings, replacing broken bulbs and hanging the lights on a 15-foot pine tree by our driveway this morning only to discover … two of the strings didn’t light.
So my Adored stepson and I took them down again.
This bunny trail has me thinking about the spirit of Christmas and how I really want spend my time and enrich the experiences of my loved ones. Do I take heart in spending 90 minutes with my stepson even though we accomplished nothing? Or do I choose to let go of expectations (like fancy yard lighting displays) in exchange for a plainer but less frustrating holiday?