I doubt my mother would like this post, but I am remiss without it.
Mom had a bypass; vascular surgery to be exact, and the prognosis is that she’s going to lose some toes. That’s horrible. My mother is the champion of Christmas, and being hospitalized has severely lessened her ability to be the magic Santa she always is (spoilers kids: Santa is my mom).
I worry about my family; my mother’s desire (above getting out of the hospital) is to make a perfect Christmas. It won’t be. There will be lost toes. There will crutches. There will be siblings who despite the season will call my dad to check up on him (and he’s not doing so swell, as well), but don’t check in with my mother. This saddens me greatly, especially in what is supposed to be a time of love and joy.
I have Nana’s ceramic tree up. I have Pop-Pop’s gimpy, wind-up dog. What does everyone have this season? I just want my Santa back in the shop.
