Mom has long been generous; endlessly giving. There is no change now in her old age. She flits from room to room brightening the days of patients inside. She’ll wish everyone in the hallways a good day, and “God bless you.” She’ll get out of her dining room chair to hug and kiss someone who just entered the room.
This is Mom every day of the year. I have long believed that if this behavior isn’t practiced year ’round, there’s little point to making a big deal out of December 25th.
So, Merry Christmas, Mom.
And Merry Christmas to each of you.