I had worried that his newfound knowledge that Santa was really me would leave JT less excited on Christmas Eve. It turns out that I needn't have worried. The boy was all spun up with holiday excitement on the 24th. That night, there was a bit of snow. My California-bred mother was delighted by this development and so we took Grandma for a walk outside to admire the town luminarias and catch a flake of snow on her tongue.
We came back inside and received our marching orders from JT: we would be awake no later than 7:30 am to check out Santa's largesse. The next morning, we complied with the boy's orders and hit the living room right on schedule for Christmas morning.
JT was very happy with the contents of his Christmas stocking.
We enjoyed a relaxed day with a mid-afternoon Christmas feast of ham, potato casserole, roasted parsnips, green beans, and hot rolls.
It's nice to have a houseful of loved ones and many blessings in my life, not to mention a day to marvel at my good luck. Here's to hoping that y'all enjoyed your holiday as well. Cheers!
As I contemplate the damage of first 6 months of the Cheetoh Kleptocrat’s rule, I cannot fathom what the next 6 will bring us. I grow weary of the vigilant fear that is occasioned by this president. Time to exercise the 25th amendment, y’all. I like to read (I just finished Jane Austen’s Emma), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… baby bunnies, summer blooms, morning coffee, flip flops and toe rings, planning history lessons, Harriet Tubman, enchanted fairy gardens, farm stands, homegrown tomatoes, thinking about my bulletin board, crisp white shirts, leisurely summer days, mowing the lawn, pinning my hair in a bun, lush green hostas, shiny wood floors, adventures with T, and a sweaty workout.