It's the day after the big thing whether it was a big thing I celebrated -- starting with midnight mass at a massive Catholic church as a teen, where I would go with my Sicilian step-family -- or didn't -- ending with Chinese food out with my family of origin after cleaning my closet. It's the day of no expectations after the day of massive ones. It's the time of leftovers and drives home, slowly ambling along the highway after having eaten too many miniature chocolate bars for breakfast. It's the morning of whatever, the afternoon of nap and no pressure, and the evening of exhale.
All my life, I’ve loved this day when so little is expected, and so much is present, like right now as I write this — clothes on the bed wanting to be put away after being unpacked, pale orange horizon wanting to turn deep blue and pop itself awake with stars, all the family happily engaged in whatever anyone wants, and nothing to tend to except the need to buy more cat food. Happy December 26th to all, and to all, a good night!