christmas days-photos to follow
Our Christmas, Stream of Consciousness Style:
Singing in the choir on Christmas Eve: Descant to Silent Night is my favorite. Hearing a sermon about the shepherds being immigrants. That God chose to reveal the news of the Messiah's birth to poor, uneducated, uncool, immigrants. The salmon was tender and perfect. I will never forget bending over it with my Dad, us both diagnosing it like a patient. My Dad peered in and saw how I stuffed it and said, "Whoa, that's nice." The Yankee Swap-- laughing really hard about a crystal tray and proper uses for a Slanket. Geoff in his best shirt, patching my brother's windshield against the rain. Playing with Adri's puppy, Charlie aka Cholly. Our kids singing in the choir on Christmas Day-- chests barreled out on that fine line between singing and yelling. Calliope eating Christmas dinner in her bikini bottoms and that's it. Mushroom risotto made with questionable shiitakes. Chatting into the night with R & W about heat-conservation, movies, our jobs, stress-management. Having everyone sleep in on the morning of the 26th and being able to be up way before my parents, never happens.
And now we are tucked in the coziness of Aspen Way, where kids have gone on dates with the grands, we have ducked out to the movies, taken wintry walks, shopped with Mom (who says all picked out instead of all picked-over), eaten ice cream in the glass flower-petal bowls of my childhood, made copies of old family photos. My Mom made dinner tonight and I don't remember eating her cooking since I was in college. She made Dad's lemon chicken with sauteed string beans. I watched part of her process and find we are so similar-- an inspired flurry of coarse chopping and then taking a phone call then pausing to read an article, rather than a meticulous clean as you go style. She spares no countertop, and uses many bowls-- as if staging for her own cooking show.
The kids are strung out on cable and langorous baths given by my Mom. They have each earned more than $5 for Theology questions like: When the angel came to Mary, what did she do? What did she NOT do? Clara bounded from my parents car after Church, "I just earned silver coins because the Herod chased Jesus family out of their home!"
Singing in the choir on Christmas Eve: Descant to Silent Night is my favorite. Hearing a sermon about the shepherds being immigrants. That God chose to reveal the news of the Messiah's birth to poor, uneducated, uncool, immigrants. The salmon was tender and perfect. I will never forget bending over it with my Dad, us both diagnosing it like a patient. My Dad peered in and saw how I stuffed it and said, "Whoa, that's nice." The Yankee Swap-- laughing really hard about a crystal tray and proper uses for a Slanket. Geoff in his best shirt, patching my brother's windshield against the rain. Playing with Adri's puppy, Charlie aka Cholly. Our kids singing in the choir on Christmas Day-- chests barreled out on that fine line between singing and yelling. Calliope eating Christmas dinner in her bikini bottoms and that's it. Mushroom risotto made with questionable shiitakes. Chatting into the night with R & W about heat-conservation, movies, our jobs, stress-management. Having everyone sleep in on the morning of the 26th and being able to be up way before my parents, never happens.
And now we are tucked in the coziness of Aspen Way, where kids have gone on dates with the grands, we have ducked out to the movies, taken wintry walks, shopped with Mom (who says all picked out instead of all picked-over), eaten ice cream in the glass flower-petal bowls of my childhood, made copies of old family photos. My Mom made dinner tonight and I don't remember eating her cooking since I was in college. She made Dad's lemon chicken with sauteed string beans. I watched part of her process and find we are so similar-- an inspired flurry of coarse chopping and then taking a phone call then pausing to read an article, rather than a meticulous clean as you go style. She spares no countertop, and uses many bowls-- as if staging for her own cooking show.
The kids are strung out on cable and langorous baths given by my Mom. They have each earned more than $5 for Theology questions like: When the angel came to Mary, what did she do? What did she NOT do? Clara bounded from my parents car after Church, "I just earned silver coins because the Herod chased Jesus family out of their home!"
posted by Maria at
10:56 PM
2 Comments:
look forward to the photos...we have some to post, too! Sorry about Geoff's shirt.
hi maria! you gave me your blog addr. years ago. hope you are doing well. you're a great writer!!
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