I don’t send Christmas cards, but I receive them, still, and am thrilled with each and every one. I have them taped to the faces of my kitchen cabinets, where I enjoy them every day.
Over the last two weeks, I made hundreds of cookies. The first baking day resulted in cookies to serve at the Christmas shopping day at the hardware store. The second day gave me platefuls to distribute to friends and colleagues. For the last two days, I’ve kept an assortment of them at the counter at work, for customers to help themselves.
Last night, dinner was chicken and stars soup. The soup is home-made; the stars are cut from noodle dough and cooked in the simmering broth. It was the traditional dinner, in years past, for the day my girls and I decorated the Christmas tree.
This year there was no family, no decorations, no tree. It was good soup, anyway. My friend Vince came over. We ate soup and bread and cookies. We drank sparkling wine and watched a movie. We talked about politics and mushrooms and books. It was a good way to spend Christmas Eve.
Today, I’ve had telephone conversations with several loved ones. I took a walk with my little dog. I’m making dinner rolls as my contribution to the Christmas meal, and cheese balls to distribute as gifts. I’ll go to my cousin Bob’s later, to have dinner with Aunt Katie and friends. I have a small cache of presents from family, friends and “Santa” that I am saving. I’ll open them when I get home tonight, maybe with a mug of hot cider.
This is not Christmas the way it lives in my memory, with bustle of family activities.
This is not the way I see Christmas in my mind, with greeting card landscape of snow-covered pines.
Still, this is Christmas, merry and bright.
My best wishes to all of you for a wonderful holiday, too!