AnneLyze

The house is all quiet, everyone is still asleep, all slumbering with past visions of sugar plumbs dancing in their heads.  Or......last night's lasagna grumbling in their tummies.  It's a perfect time for reflection and savoring the new memories made as I enjoy the Yule Tide Log playing on the television thanks to NetFlix and my new Roku modem. Long gone are the days when the tree was overloaded (and my credit card) with gifts and the kids still believed in Santa.  Back then I believed Christmas was about lots of gifts under the tree.  Those days were chaotic and somewhat desperate as I tried to erase and make up for my family being torn in two by divorce. After all, I believed it was all my fault and wanted the boys to know how much I loved them and I was scared that they would choose their Dad over me.  Surely some happiness could come from the mall and that stuff  could fix my broken heart.  It has taken years, but I know now that Christmas means...

Dear Santa- I know I'm a little old for this, but I made a list.  Please don't forget me, I have been very good and I have left you some cookies. 1.  I want to spend the Christmas season with people I love. 2.  I want joy to fill my body from my head to my toes and laugh so hard I snort and pee my pants. 3.  Please let me eat whatever I want and still weigh 122 pounds.  You of all people should understand this.  Mrs. Claus might want the same thing, just saying.... 4.  Do you have any pull with the mega millions people?  I want to win the lottery.  I am so tired of worrying about money.  I want to be debt free, my family too. 5.  I want people to stop being stupid and mean.... and maybe stop driving like idiots in the snow. 6.  I want my annual November/December/Holiday Season depression to lift and dissipate like a foggy day at the beach. 7.  Please help me find a mate that loves me emphatically, even my n...