Christmas Eve

Have a few minutes before I need to start wrapping and cooking again this morning. Hubby is at work for 12 hours, Grrrrls are over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house, and I have a few hours unencumbered to finish wrapping gifts, walk the dog, clear off the dining room table, find where I've hidden the stocking stuffers, cook up a little Fazzoletti coi Funghi (Little Handkerchiefs with Portobello Mushrooms), attend the evening mass (Sister MaryMartha), and drink bucketfuls of coffee. I'll be spending the next two days with my other loved ones in Neurodramaville so our little family at home will share Christmas wishes this evening. Hopefully before 9pm so I can load up on the beauty rest:>)

Wishing all of you and your loved ones much love and joy. Enjoy.

"...Always on Christmas night there was music. An uncle played the fiddle, a cousin sang "Cherry Ripe," and another uncle sang "Drake's Drum." It was very warm in the house. Auntie Hannah, who had got on to the parsnip wine, sang a song about Bleeding Hearts and Death, and then another in which she said her heart was like a Bird's Nest; and then everybody laughed again; and then I went to bed.

Looking through my bedroom window, out onto the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steadily falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept."

please note: A Child's Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas


  1. I'm breathless reading about your quiet moments! Sounds to me like you have everyone covered with your love and cheer. May that be returned to you many-fold this season and in the New Year.

  2. Happy Christmas and all the very very best in the new year. xo

  3. Merry Christmas. Too bad you have to work but the fact that you call your colleagues your second family speaks volumes.

  4. Merry Christmas from Mérida, Yucatan, Mexico, dearest Distracted. I am thinking of you with affection and hoping that Santa filled your stocking with your heart's desire.



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