So said two little boys yesterday morning, after they showed me their din0-bots they were holding while out walking with their parents and grandparents.
We were out walking the dog, who they love. “So Christmas is over.” I was looking at a toy I’d never seen or heard of (getting old is a bummer) and replied “Christmas is all day long. You get to hang out with your folks and grandparents and have a great meal.” I don’t think at their ages they got it, but their family did.
We had a quiet day, nice breakfast, snack for lunch and a dinner my husband wanted that didn’t turn out as well as last time. I was afraid of overseasoning and I underseasoned instead. It was chicken and artichoke hearts in a minimal Alfredo sauce. We’ll do the pesto and fresh homemade pasta tomorrow for lunch. If you celebrated, hope you enjoyed the entire day, not just presents. Dee
ps Perhaps that’s why our parents started getting family gifts, populating our basement with a racetrack, ping pong, air hockey…. so we’d have something to do out in the middle of nowhere while they rested from all night of “some assembly required.” dee
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I couldn’t sleep. Santa arrived yesterday afternoon after delighting neighborhood kids. God bless him. Our neighbor wore a stifling suit and still came by to see us (husband and dog were on a long walk) but needed to go home and get out of that suit.
He brought gifts for the nordic kids. He arrived two weeks ago to give us boughs from his tree (that was our gift) and I went to storage and brought some memories mostly of my husband and me as I’ve tried to get us ornaments each year from wherever we were.
Today I’m making breakfast, we’ll try homemade pasta for lunch with basil/parsley pesto with lemon,and potatoes, then home-made spaetzle with chicken and artichokes in a cream sauce for dinner.
Roasted nuts, butternut squash soup, pasta with chicken, then cheesecake. That says holiday to me. Have a wonderful day! Dee
This neighbor brought me boughs from their tree. He wants us to come and see their tree, which has a papier mache horse head at the top (I’ve seen it in past years) but he says this is an interesting year.
If only he could stop cutting off boughs for us! First year we met they’d misplaced all their ornaments. We didn’t have a tree so lent them mine/ours. We had a lot of swirly artisan aluminum ornaments we bought in Vermont years ago with my in-laws and they needed some kind of attachment to the tree. He used fishing line.
I went to storage this morning, found the box and got out a few precious ornaments. Two wooden stockings from the first months my husband and I met. Tagboard ornaments from kids and friends from an event I created 20 years ago, and there is one I added to the table that I keep by my desk every day.
It’s a golden retriever with a halo, my dog who died in 2001. No, she was 3,000 miles away from 9/11 and died earlier in the year. 9/11 is how I met my husband and we’ve been together over 14 years. I try to get us ornaments every year so we can know who we are and where we’ve been over the years. See
Close Your Eyes.
We will ask our neighbors over this weekend to share a glass of wine, from a bottle my father sent for my birthday last month. The caveat is that we need to see their tree. Also, for them to see what I’ve done decorating with the boughs. With thanks to friends and family I remain, Dee
As far as I’m concerned the glass is half full. My husband of glass half empty has gone to 3/4 full and I’m needing to pull him back a bit.
His mother was right when years ago she gave me a hand-carved wall hanging of a hot air balloon with him and his ideas, and me standing on the ground supporting him and also making sure he didn’t go too far.
I put my life in his hands every day. He places his trust in me to do the same. Here’s a song. So Christmas is cell phones, not here every day, some on back order, you’ll get them one day.
That was our holiday gift for both birthdays and Christmas. We’re practical. Dee
Yes, it happens once a year. Always in the car, usually driving from my husband’s folks home with hubby dear in the passenger seat, snoozing.
It’s the Thanksgiving trip which is exhausting at least for the women who do all the planning, shopping, prep, cooking, serving, and cleaning, twice. Of course the men are tired from eating and watching football.
The first one was about Maria who couldn’t afford the pretty bird so got the beat-up cage with a nightingale inside. We all know the end of that story. I was in tears. I do not like most Christmas music, especially things like a grandmother being trampled by reindeer.
This year I was alone on the road driving from St. Louis to Tulsa and there was this song about a poor kid who wanted shoes for his mother on Christmas Eve and a stranger gave him the extra money to buy them because the kid’s mother is going to see Jesus tonight.
Waterworks in the car. Truckers had to be laughing out loud. My husband, if he’s awake in the car when it happens on the radio between religious and country music, will affirm that it only happens once a year.
My favorite songs of the season include but are not limited to: Silent Night; White Christmas; Burl Ives’ Rudolph; Greensleeves; The Little Drummer Boy; Gloria in Exelsius Deo; and O Tannenbaum.
So why don’t you make us some figgy pudding and bring some right here. Yes, I’m making “figgy pudding” as a tart with ricotta salata. We’ll see how it goes with our guests. As Bing Crosby (look him up) said in White Christmas the movie: If you’re worried and you can’t sleep, count your blessings instead of sheep, and you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings. I do every day. Dee
I created an event in 1994. One night, 3:00 in the morning I awakened and wrote down ideas. Revolutionary ideas that were fought against tooth and nail by the powers that be.
It worked. Yesterday I put up a small tabletop tree with white lights and favorite ornaments. Three were tag board from my Kids for Kids event. Two from children and one that simply says “Friend” from a friend who donated to and helped with the event.
The children’s school at a local theater was lacking students. My plan was to buy out the theater at full price, have the local press print FREE tickets with gift of food or clothing for a local orphanage. The kids did a performance of The Firebird and the Christmas Roses that brought tears to my eyes. The house was packed and the school got new students.
The box office manager had a friend draw a gorgeous Firebird and he designed the Playbook. We had a tree donated and the orphans drew ornaments. Two wonderful ladies sewed gingerbread person ornaments that we cut out of used grocery bags and filled with cotton batting to be decorated by more kids. Phew!
We had a tree, menorah (electric, as you don’t want someone yelling FIRE in a crowded theater) and everything by and for kids. It took a lot of time and effort.
Today, I’ve three ornaments from these kids who are now living life, on my little tree. I also have a framed Playbill with the donors (memorials to some), and my name is on it but more importantly, the Director and Cast all signed it for me and it’s my Christmas centerpiece. We’re having “orphans” again this year from nearby, as I love to do. I’ve a menu to share next time. Cheers, I’ve got to wrangle a printer! From Jessica, age 10 who drew a cat for me. She must be 30 now, oh my, Dee
are that I got more spam from Louis Vuitton pushers than gun enthusiasts today! I’ve never owned either.
The NRA, however, is personalizing attacks against bloggers, sending multiple personal hits to scare people. Shame on them and how they fool people to think this is all about the 2nd Amendment.
Hon. Mr. Boehner, can you please try, once again, to rally your party and tell them you’ll take no more money from the NRA? Happy holidays, Dee
I would like to thank my extended family (especially AL and J) for giving me a great childhood and letting me explore. Also my husband’s extended family for providing love and support for our marriage for the past ten years.
Thanks to all the dear friends I have and had. For one who’s moved so many times it is always wonderful to still have friends from grade school, high school and college days.
As to cooking, I’d like to thank Betty Crocker for the Boys and Girls cookbook I got for my 8th birthday, because it led to cooking and Mom getting Gourmet magazine and I loved it, still do, well not Gourmet anymore because it went bust.
To the people who’ve hired me throughout my life, from gymnastic instructor at age 16 to consultant much later. To my teachers, from everywhere. My mentors started in 2nd grade with Mrs. Johnson and continued through Mr. B in algebra and Breezy, topped off by two dear friars. My music teachers were always inspirational, from Mrs. Smith to Mrs. P and Mrs. H and even now. They made me want to reach for the stars.
Thanks also to my dogs and cats for providing love and comfort. To the remarkable fellow volunteers who worked with me on many issues and made things happen.
Finally to my dear husband, who I was lucky to find, and him me. But we came together by chance (I think it’s fate) and we’re best friends and love each other forever as soul mates.
What I want for Christmas is that you pass by our home and know that we don’t do presents so don’t want anything but a happy life together, with our dog Zoe.
If you do pass by a store, no, I can’t think of anything. My husband is even getting toilet paper through Amazon. Thank you, Santa, for all the gifts you’ve given since the day I was born. A family, friends, mentors… oh please let my father get through this latest cancer thing. Thanks so much. I hope I’ve been good this year. Holiday Cheers! Dee