Sometimes . . .

When the party is over and the dishes are washed,

when the presents are opened and boxes are emptied,

when cookie platters are emptied and crumbs are nibbled up,

when the music is off and only the glimmer of twinkle lights remain,

that is when you know that all of the hustle and bustle

and

crowds

and

traffic

and

wrapping

and

cooking

and

baking

was totally worth it.

Every second of it.

And then, you rest.

For a long long time.

Until you have to do it all over again.

Wishing you continued joy this Sunday.