Christmas Day
Before we had dropped Jenna off, I mentioned that I had brought her sock and she could take it and open her gifts on Christmas morning, or she could wait for our return and open one gift each 45 minutes or so. She opted to wait and decided to open a gift each time we stopped the car to get out. I woke up early and put on my bathing suit. I would have liked for Jenna to have one last swim - which she has never done on Christmas, but I really believed she'd enjoy being at her cousins better. Maybe not. I think there may have been pros and cons with each. As I sat in the spa, not even remotely in the Christmas Spirit of activities one thinks of on Christmas day, I found myself pondering upon the reason why we have this day - well, not December the 25th, but the reminder of Christ's birth which did not in reality take place in December (see here , here ...