25 December 2013

Christmas morning





In my house, there aren't any wide-eyed toddlers clamoring with excitement to get at what Santa has left under the tree. The dog isn't jumping excitedly around them. The cats aren't hiding under the tree hoping they won’t get stepped on. It isn't chaos. It’s peaceful quiet, the tree shimmers in the corner of my living room, unseen except by those who live here. 

I’m up early as is my nature. I've had my coffee, fed my kitties, checked my Facebook page, read the news on the web and now I’m ready to start another day. Traveler is next. I’m waiting for daylight. It’s hard to see where I keep him, sometimes the overhead lights don’t work if there’s been rain, or a light frost, or heavy dew. He’s patient, he will be glad to see me when I get there.

I don’t have to cook today, I did that last night… a prime rib roast with mashed potatoes and acorn squash, just for me. There will be leftovers enough when I get around to fixing something later on. 

I don’t know what I’ll do today, there‘s nothing pressing… maybe just play on this machine, though I know I should go out and take some pictures…

I miss the things of the past; the children’s laughs, their wide eyed pleasure, their innocence. The cooking of a huge meal to feed the family after church. Everyone together. Bundling up later in the day to go visiting; perhaps some fresh snow on the ground. 

There’s no snow in the desert, though the hills are green. It’s going to be a balmy 70 degrees outside my door today. No need for heavy winter clothing, shirtsleeves and shorts, though I haven’t worn shorts in a long time. 

Reminiscing of things past and present… and it’s wondrous. 

Believe in the magic!

Merry Christmas to all!