On this, the twelfth day of Christmas, I am studying for an exam. Well, right now I’m writing a blog post because the deadline for the post is midnight and the exam is at 8 am. So, priorities. (Schwes is probably cringing for me as she reads this).
So they tell me this is the Twelfth day of Christmas. You see, that confuses me because I always thought that Christmas should be the twelfth day of Christmas… or possibly even the first. Perhaps it is and I’m mistaken! But to be perfectly honest, it’s far easier to track by the date numbers than to try and count back (or forward!) from 25.
So in the spirit of I-have-an-exam-to-study-for-and-need-a-quick-post, here are Jules’ 12 days of Christmas:
On the first day of Christmas my good friend gave to me: a baby to hold and cuddle and play with while everyone else acted like adults.
On the second day of Christmas @miniginger gave to me: a ride to see The King’s Singers perform live.
On the third day of Christmas my family gave to me: a lovely afternoon of introducing my boyfriend via Skype.
On the fourth day of Christmas my sweet friend gave to me: a sink emptied of dirty dishes. She really is the best.
On the fifth day of Christmas my cancelled plans gave to me: a whole night in which to go Christmas shopping. Next year, I should probably actually plan what I’m getting my nieces and nephews instead of visiting 6-7 stores and buying everything I see.
On the sixth day of Christmas my doctor gave to me: a clean bill of health and laughter at my dramatic concern over a bump on my head.
On the seventh day of Christmas my Spaniard gave to me: the opportunity to hold and love on my sweet newest niece!
On the eighth day of Christmas Facebook gave to me: a reminder that my oldest niece had the most adorable baby face ❤
On the ninth day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me: a banana. Which I returned at the soonest opportunity, but only after creating an elaborate photo story about said banana’s homelessness and gradual realization that I was the cause of his homelessness before his final revolt.
On the tenth day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me: tickets to see the Nutcracker, that beautiful show that’s been on my bucket list for at least ten years. And it was wonderful.
On the eleventh day of Christmas a friend from church gave to me: Vernors. If you don’t know what that is, please educate yourself. You will not be disappointed.
On the twelfth day of Christmas I could tell you of so many gifts given to me, not the least of which being a lovely meal at a lovely restaurant, time spent with new friends, espresso (hopefully coming as soon as the Boy wakes up from his nap), and time in which to study — but here is the point: life is far better when you recall your days with the blessings you’ve been given, rather than the frustrations you’ve faced. Indeed, the most difficult part of this post was not finding a gift to share — it was choosing which one.
You might call yourself a pessimist, or an optimist, (or a realist, as my former boss insists), but as a Christian I think it my duty to live a life thankful for what each day brings.
And now my Boy (and espresso) are here, and can be thankful for the studying that’s about to commence…