Silent Morning

It is a perfectly silent Christmas Morning.  I haven't yet disturbed the silence with the artificial noise of an appliance, or television, or music of any kind.  

I am going to go out for a run, and then get ready for Mass.  By 8:30 last night, I knew I was not going to get to Mass, I was exhausted.  I woke at 2:00 this morning and thought about going to the 3 a.m. meeting and decided against that too.  So this morning I will go to church on Christmas morning as I usually do.  I love Christmas morning in church, with the vestments of gold and white.  It is so beautiful.

And today as I dress for Mass, I will spritz a teense of Chanel No.5, which was a Christmas gift.  I will think of my mother as I do, for that was what she wore.  

I will thank God that I get to have another sober Christmas.  I am so grateful that I am now in my 25th year of living sober, all 365 days of each year.  And I am so grateful that my loved ones trust in that.  They have no reason to suspect that anything different should happen.  I know that I could drink again, but they don't worry about it - and I am grateful that it isn't even a thought in their heads.  And I know that if I keep doing what I have been doing, odds are, I will be able to be sober for how ever many more Christmases the Lord should give me.  

Merry Christmas everyone.