Disappointing News Last Night

I called Kenneth to see what his and Elicia's plans for Christmas were since I hadn't heard from him to let me know when they would be coming up. It turns out they're not.

It would have been nice for him to have let me know sooner. He never does though, I usually have to be the one doing the calling because I don't like last minute surprises, like this one, but if they're not coming, there's nothing I can do about it and since there were just the three of us on Thanksgiving, another last minute surprise of his, they did come that Saturday though, we'll do our own celebrating.

I just hate when we're not all together for the holidays though. That has been the one thing I have hated about living so far away from Pittsburgh, not being able to be with the whole family every year at this time. They don't know how lucky they are back there and how much I wish each year that we can be there with them.

Oh well, I can sit here and dwell on the disappointments all day and make myself depressed, something I'm already on medication for, or get on with life and make the best of what I was dealt. I choose the latter. Our tree looks gorgeous, in fact all the decorations do, and it looks like we're going to have the white Christmas I was hoping for. Dave and I will be able to go out skiing over the weekend, we do cross country, no mountains to fall off of. It's fun and good exercise. Dave will also be able to try out the new boots he bought for himself. Weather permitting, we're also planning on hitting the malls and a few other stores on Christmas eve. It'll be nice being on the other side of the register this time. For years I was the one working. I will set the table for Christmas dinner like I had planned and we will have a nice meal. I think I'll even bake the Scottish shortbread cookies that a friend gave me his old family recipe for.  I might even pull out the pizzelle press I have and make some pizzelles, I haven't made those in awhile.

I do wish that Kenneth and Elicia could be here on Christmas, but even though they can't, I'm going to make it a merry one anyway, I'm not going to let the depression win, plus I can't wait to see the look on Dave's face when he opens the gift that David and I bought him. Boy is he going to be surprised!

So, it won't be a sad Christmas after all, I won't let it.