Somehow, given my exemplary math, today – Christmas Day – is the 9th day of Christmas. Go figure.
Today has been as good as it possibly gets. It’s 11:45 at night on Christmas day. I’m a little busy here watching Bud play some sort of new XBOX 360 game with dudes who look a bit like walruses, or is that walrusi? And, I’m watching Magoo simultaneously read a new book and text on her phone… she is very good at multi-tasking. And, I’m waiting for SweetGuy to get home from an unexpected trip to take AUBS! and her friend home… not an easy task given that none of our cars can move on our ice sheet of a driveway. (Thank you run-on and fragmented sentences. I love not being graded on papers anymore for the rest of my life!)
So, the day started in such an amazing way for me. Bud is 20 and Magoo is 17. In the 20 years that we’ve hung up stockings, including my own, I’ve never received anything in my stocking. Today was different.
The excitement and surprise gripped me.
Magoo, first one to rise this morning, let it be known that we ALL had something in our stockings.
Had SweetGuy stuck something romantic in there?
Had Bud thought enough in advance to include a present for his Mom?
Bud and Magoo grabbed their stockings and retrieved their traditional candy, magazine, and Silly String. SweetGuy garnered some curiously refreshing Altoids courtesy of me.
But, what was in my stocking? I grabbed it, yet still it felt like nothing. Magoo insisted I had something in there. I reached in and groped around til I discovered this amazingly sweet, thoughtful gem, courtesy of my one and only daughter:

Turns out one of the dogs left a present outside her bedroom. As the first one up Christmas day, Magoo discovered the gift. She cleaned it up and left me this special handwritten-on-a-napkin gift in my stocking.
As good as it gets.