The last couple of weeks have been kind of rough. My dad fell and ended up with a proximal humerus fracture (the upper arm at the shoulder joint). It was pretty bad and he ended up having to have surgery to replace the ball portion of the bone. Not an easy thing at 83. At least he is at home now. Now we just need to get him to take it easy.
So Christmas cheer was a little hard to come by. We even had snow and I couldn't get excited. Then yesterday our doorbell rang and one of my neighbors stood there with a little gift bag. It included a lovely note, a CD with 24 of her favorite Christmas songs, cookie cutters and hot chocolate.
Christmas arrived at my doorstep yesterday.