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!
Just when I think Donald Trump can’t be more disgraceful, he manages to be worse. Living in hope is a challenge with this government in charge and yet I will persist. I like to read (I just finished Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… fireflies at twilight, lanterns with tiny lights, my freshened front porch, laughter, air conditioning, visits to my fairy garden, tomato blooms, flower bouquets, tiny zinnia flowers, antique Mason jars, striped t-shirts, iced tea, summer’s relaxation, a pile of books to be read, chambray napkins, supper on the back deck, sleeping in, birds chirping, backyard bunnies, cutting the grass, and the sweaty feel of a good workout.