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!
I am grateful that Robert Mueller is on the job because I have grown weary of the bully-in-chief. He’s bad for the world and worse than that for our nation. I like to read (I just finished Sherman Alexie’s The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… holiday plans, Mason jars, twinkling lights, the smell of piney branches, a good book, Christmas ribbon, holiday cooking, cheery plaid skirts, the smooth feel of velvet, advent calendars, spiced cider, a steamy mug of tea on a cold night, soft nightgowns, a good book, address labels, morning coffee, cashmere sweaters, the smell of cedar, time to write, and the tired feel of a good workout.