Christmas lights twinkle all around.
I am sending you all holiday love. Can you feel it?
Did you have a wonderful time during these holy-days?
Can you feel the Sun returning to the earth, lightening our days with hope and joy?
(If you can’t, that’s OK. I can’t either. But the calendar does say that the light returneth to the Northern Hemisphere. Often in January I measure the return. It equals ten minutes of light each week. If you don’t believe me, check it out yourself.)
We’ve been celebrating Christmas a day late.
December 26th = December 25th in our books.
That’s because our #2 child arrived via United Airlines yesterday at 1:42 p.m. She came smiling from New York City. (When you arrive via airplane at our regional airport you must walk off the plane unto the slippery runway and walk into the airport, rather than on one of those fancy jet walks.)
She thought the snow in Calumet was mediocre, but here in the woods it hangs appropriately on the branches and Santa heard her request to delay his visit one full day.
Last night we watched the movie Elf on my Kindle Fire. The three of us–Mom, Dad and beloved child–gathered close on our couch and laughed hysterically at the silliness of an Elf story. Guess where the Elf visited? New York City! Just from whence our own little elf came.
This morning Dad and I were up at 5:30 and 6:50 a.m. respectively awaiting the Gift Opening. However, our little elf didn’t appear from her bedroom until 9:30 a.m. (By then, Daddy Elf was back in bed, snoozing.)
Little Elf, Little Elf, when will you get up?
I received a glorious green shirt, a teapot, pecan coffee, coconut chocolate (be still my heart!) and a rabbit dish towel which proclaims “Use my tail to dry your dishes.” Lots of other cool things, too. Wedding photos from San Diego. Calendar. Delicious granola, which shall see the light of milk tomorrow morning. Money. Cards. JC Penney gift cards.
Exciting stash that Santa delivered. You can see his sleigh tracks in the back yard. Looks like one of the reindeer lay down while Santa scurried down our woodstove pipe. It’s hard to figure out how he doesn’t get blackened and burned in the descent, isn’t it?
This morning we bought a pig. Heifer International will give a pig to someone who needs it. The gift catalog says: Pigs need little land and can thrive on crop and garden by-product scraps. An average sow can provide a family with up to 16 piglets a year. Pigs usually double their three-pound birth weight in their first week and can grow to more than 200 pounds in six months! This fast-growing gift means communities can be quickly transformed as offspring and training are passed on and on.
I could tell you pig stories, if you’re not still opening your own presents. Years ago our #1 son and his daddy volunteered to deliver baby pigs to our friend’s house. The baby pigs–which were quite grown-up by delivery–escaped from Christopher and Barry’s care because the electric fence was not properly on. Our teenage son and his
aging papa were forced to chase the escapee 50 pound pigs throughout the woods. Eventually, they tackled the errant escapees and deposited them in the fenced-in and electrified enclosure.
I believe many of our friends ate roast pig later that summer at the Mouth of the Huron during an annual camping trip. Not yours truly.
However, the person who receives our piglet gift via Heifer International will undoubtedly munch upon pork, Merry Christmas!
We’ve been talking with Grandma, Grandpa, Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle, Uncle and Brother/Son today before we cook thai-glazed fish and other accouterments.
I need to pause by other blogs and wish MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! (you know who you are) but the rest of the family gazes expectantly and I must be Present for Them, just as soon as I read them this blog and listen respectfully to their editing suggestions.
Love to all of you! See you soon! Belated Merry Christmases to all you dear ones, Near and Far.