Tuesday, December 28, 2010
post - Christmas - post
They've all gone home, and we're left with our books, a quiet house, turkey soup simmering on the stove, and some lovely memories of Christmas 2010.
One highlight was my eldest daughter saying that her friends rolled their eyes at her because she loved coming home for Christmas and/or spending it with family -- to many of them, the kith and kin portion of the holidays is either boring or stressful, obligatory rather than enjoyable. Other daughter, son, and all the partners, quickly chimed in that they liked our Christmasses as well. Must have, all of them, because they arrived last Thursday and only left today (excepting Son and Partner, who headed up-island on Christmas afternoon for Family #2). Daughter #2 might count herself as one of the dissenters, I suppose, as she was in Aurora, but I think she missed our Christmas 'cause she found a way to Skype herself into and she phoned a few times as well.
The other big light, highbeam all the way, was two-year old Nola -- above, she's wearing a dress I hand-smocked (click for an enlarged view that shows the rocking horse detail -- my fave!) and sewed for her Aunt Megan somewhere back in 1986 or '7. There were a number of lovely echoes like that, past stitched to present. The Brio train set, for example, for which all the guys had a turn configuring, bridges, hills, crossings . . . .
Next year, I think we'll make our traditional Graham cracker faux Gingerbread houses, and I suspect everyone will be in on the candy action. . .
For now, though, Granddad and I are going to kick back with a few episodes of Angel and a big bowl of soup. . . Is your house quiet now too?