No tree, no wreath, no lights–we’ve been too busy, too tired, to do any of those Christmassy things. I’m sort of a shell of myself, and Patty is worn out: for six weeks it was all on her (“Get to work, horse!”)–and now she has me to take care of.
No presents. Hard to buy presents when you’re stuck in the hospital.
And yet… dog my cats if it doesn’t feel like Christmas! Oh, the memories! And every carol stirs my soul.
We have to rest this afternoon. Have to! Perilously close to running on empty. So we’ll have a supper that can mostly cook itself, turn off the lights and love the snow, and watch a Christmas movie: George C. Scott’s Christmas Carol, I think.
And the day after Christmas is the anniversary of our first date, back in 1976.
Merry, happy, loving, remembering Christmas, everyone.
It sounds like a beautiful Christmas Eve after all.
Yes, Phoebe, it is. But we didn’t do that. Jesus did.
Amen.
With my wife is so sick we have cancelled our traditional celebration of Christmas, but I am still going to the Candlelight Service at our church. Merry Christmas to all of Lee Duigon Blog followers!!
A blessed and joyful Christmas time to all, as we thiink on our dear Savior, and remember
one another in appreciation.