Christmas
Eve
“Happy,
happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our
childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his
youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveler, thousands of
miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home.”
Charles
Dickens (The Pickwick Papers)
It's
Christmas eve and my house is quiet. Just Liza and me here with the
dishwasher, and the sump-pump running. Torrential rains over night
caused a virtual flood along one wall of my basement, now being
sopped up by piles of towels. When I took the Chocolate Chess Pie out of the
oven last night, I bumped it on the edge of the stove, and tipped
about a quarter of it down the hot oven door. Oh, yeah, happy
Christmas!
I
felt claustrophobic just watching people packed into airports on the
evening news. Rain delays, snow delays, delay delays. I don't believe
you could pay me enough to get on an airplane this time of year. I
received a text from my niece saying she, hubby and baby had just
touched down in Portland, OR. It was sent at 2:00 a.m. My friend,
Annette, is face-booking from India. I think she may travel on her
own wings, though. And, friends, Bob and Carol, fly out this evening
for London. Bon Voyage, to one and all.
I
will be home with my grown-up kids. We'll have a fire in the
fireplace, a ham in the oven, some roasted potatoes and one ruined
chess pie. We will tell tales of Christmases past, and laugh and
laugh. And, that will be a perfect Christmas for me. I wish all of
you the same. Have a wonderful, and blessed, and safe Christmas,
wherever in the world you may be. May the light of the Christ Child be born into
all our hearts this night and bring us Peace on Earth.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
1 comment:
Merry Christmas, Dear Friend!
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