When my boys were young Christmas was all about -perfect- The perfect tree, the perfect presents, the perfect family. I went as far as making them wait until I brushed their hair Christmas morning before they could open their presents. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
Sobriety has taught me that it is perfect, it is perfect just they way it is. This year especially. We have no money, and I hear the recession has even hit the North Pole...but we are making the best of it.
Gavin and I went shopping, are decorating the Christmas tree, then heading to the Winter Wonderland in our neighborhood. See perfect!