Taro (mother2012) wrote,
Taro
mother2012

Snowed-in Christmas

Christmas 2005

It is Christmas after all. My husband watched 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas', which I thought was very appropriate even if Raederle did laugh at him.

It did come without ribbons and bows, or trees and roast beast.

We should by rights have been at my sister's house. That means a richly furnished and decorated house, fire in the fireplace, possibly Christmas Carols with the piano, but at least very tasteful, tradition-old songs playing in the background.

A stocking for each of us hung on the mantle - eight humans and one dog. The ninth stocking got sent to Iraq. Everyone from my 60-y/o sister to the 6-month-old baby gets a stocking, and they're unpacked and discovered one at a time so that each thoughtful gift can be ooohd and aaahd over.

Then breakfast; shirred eggs baked with butter and cream, raisin toast, sausage and bacon, and - for Christmas only - fruit soup.

And then the tree. Each present wrapped with care, each paper matched for ribbons and bows, each person sitting in a specific place with space around them for their presents.

Cleanup, talking, games, dinner (done to perfection).

But the car has no heat. The snow is deep. The temperature is about 15 F. The clutch is dying on the car. I have sciatica and frankly don't feel like doing anything. Even if it weren't for the clutch, it wouldn't be ME out there shoveling the snow out of the driveway.

One year Raederle did that at 4 o'clock in the morning. I think she was eleven.

So after sleeping in this morning, I got up to find my daughter wrapping presents. Presents? We didn't buy any. Well, she had gotten a couple things months ago. There were two pewter wizards for Dale, and a tiny china doll for me. Along with little things she had found around - a tiny fancy soap, a couple flavored chapstick. Dale's was stuffed into a tiny stocking about 6 inches long; my stuff was beautifully arranged in a wooden box that someone else had given her for Christmas, and she had arranged ribbons and decorations around the inside. Not childish - lovely.

Most of the day, my husband and I have laid around on top of each other, on the couch, watching 'The Women of Brewster Place' while Raederle communicated online also in the living room.

Merry Christmas everyone.
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