An empty stocking
Sunday, December 23, 2012
I'm sorry I haven't blogged for a while, been insanely busy. But I want to tell you of a nightmare I had when I was a kid. One that came true. I dreamed I went down on Christmas, and my stocking was empty. I woke up crying.
It was like this song by Cat Stevens.
I was all alone in the dark. With an empty stocking. Santa didn't come anymore.
And the frightening thing, looking back is, it came true. My stocking has been empty, and I have been living the life of a hermit for years, but then, I lived that way even when I was at home.
And that's what I want to change. I've met so many wonderful people, here on Spark People and elsewhere, and so much has changed now that I have lost 111 pounds, down from 311 to 200! Woohoo!
And even if Santa doesn't come anymore, my stocking is full of other things than goodies. Full of love from my new friends.
But, maybe if I wish hard, Santa WILL come.