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Tuesday, December 21, 2004

I Couldn't Have Asked For Anything More

It's OK if you're a Muslim, a Christian or a Jew,
It's OK if you're Agnostic and you don't know what to do.
An all-inclusive celebration . . .
Happy ChrismaHanuKwanzakah to you! (And Pagans, too!)
I am lovin' those Virgin Mobile holiday commercials. They rock.

Christmas is nearly here and I am so not prepared for it . . .
SO I'm taking a little time off from blogging until after Christmas is over to really focus all my attention on all the things I need to take care of.

But I couldn't just go without telling the very best news of all: I finally got a hold of my Mom! I called her last night and we talked for over an hour.
During that hour I went from laughter to tears and then back again over and over.
When she said, "James, your father loved you very much. I know he did. He just didn't know how to show it, that's all." I was blubbering so much I nearly dropped the phone.
It was just as emotional for Mom, too.

You know, I'd asked my Mom to call me "Jim" or "Jimmy" since I was 12, but she simply won't do it. I'll always to "James" to her. As a teenager, this used to drive me crazy.
Guess what? Her calling me "James" on the phone last night was like music to my ears.
Talking to Mom was like a part of me that I didn't even know was missing was returned.
It was the best Christmas present I could have asked for.

Anyway, that's all for now. I'll be back sometime after Christmas, but before the New Year.
I hope you have the best ChrismaHanuKwanzakah ever!!