my children and i did Christmas at Thanksgiving. it's all about the ex and i cannot speak to it here anymore nor can i explain. suffice to say, my son has been claimed, again, for Christmas. i was hoping for a stay of exclusion with it being my first Christmas without my Dragon but no. i'm resigned to it. i will have my daughter here. i won't get to see her Christmas Eve, and she has to go to her in-laws Christmas morning, but then she and her husband will come back to me. i think her father-in-law is coming, too. but nothing more to say on that subject. it's carved in stone.
so, back to the Christmas we had.
it was very nice. my son gave his sister his old reformatted laptop with an extra hard drive. she was so happy. i gave my son prints of some of my photographs in dollar store frames. i'm giving my daughter an eye exam. my daughter gave us her smile and her love.
they gave me a bunny rabbit with a scarf around his neck that has my Dragon's initials monogrammed on it.
he's from a catalog called Soft Surroundings. he can be put in the microwave and heated. he has herbs in his long bunny belly that smell heavenly. isn't his face cute?
my Dragon had a nickname that his parents called him. "Rabbit." he wasn't called the Dragon until the Marine Corps and it has something to do with all that power and might stuff that the Marines are known for. i called him my Dragon for his honor and integrity and his ability to destroy anything that might hurt me with one breath. but before he became the Dragon, he was Rabbit. it always made him think of his parents. it made him think of when he was a boy and innocent of things like power and might and Vietnam and war and dark alleys in Europe with their own nicknames like "Murderers Row."
he's from a catalog called Soft Surroundings. he can be put in the microwave and heated. he has herbs in his long bunny belly that smell heavenly. isn't his face cute?
my Dragon had a nickname that his parents called him. "Rabbit." he wasn't called the Dragon until the Marine Corps and it has something to do with all that power and might stuff that the Marines are known for. i called him my Dragon for his honor and integrity and his ability to destroy anything that might hurt me with one breath. but before he became the Dragon, he was Rabbit. it always made him think of his parents. it made him think of when he was a boy and innocent of things like power and might and Vietnam and war and dark alleys in Europe with their own nicknames like "Murderers Row."so my almost flawlessly perfect children remembered the name Rabbit and found this one. he smells nice and heats the muscles in my neck and shoulders. he has my Dragon's initials on his scarf and i already love him.
i've been so grim with feeling so poorly and the lingering cough that, if you can tell, still frightens me a bit. i wanted to post something uplifting.
we had Christmas together, my children and i. we had a good, quiet time. and Rabbit/Dragon was there.
