It's been a really nice Christmastime this year. Maybe the nicest ever. I asked Elv why this is. "Probably it's mostly attitude on your part." He suggested.
Of course, my attitude is good, but I think it's because, not why, if you know what I mean.
We did all the things: gathered around nice meals and charcuterie and board games. There were visits in small groups of us girls while the men and children logged a lot of Catan and a bit of Rook. Some of us who like to, went into the chapel and sat on the backs of pews with the Church Hymnal harmonizing over Oh Sacred Head and lots of other beautiful pieces. We ate too much, and played hard making huge crazy messes that had to be swept up at least by day's end.
We exchanged seeds and cards and little thoughtful gifts without any plan or pattern. I'll remember every Sunday morning when I have a place for my pen and phone and chapstick in a little zippered bag from Kristine.
One evening we had fried goat cheese and fajitas for supper and afterwards there was a stack of very old records and an LP player. So I got to hear Here Comes The Sun by the Beatles themselves and Julie Andrews to sing her songs... Beautiful old fashioned music.
Another evening, Lance's played Mr. Fezziwig, hosting a lovely yard party around a bon fire and a chocolate bar and hotdogs.
One day the guys went out to the woods to watch and ride in the big logging machines, then had lunch together in town. So we, the girls and the babies, as Elv refers to us, had coffee and ate up the left over salads and cookies at home.
It was all just right and my cup was/is full.
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