Christmas Chronicles, Finale

 

Whew, that sure went by fast!

... and if you're anything like me, you don't want to even think about eating again 'til the new year.

Our Christmas was definitely low-key.

Just the way I hoped!

The days preceding did bring some nice surprises.

Tom's son sure knows our carnivorous habits!

One of my mother's long-time friends called Wednesday night to say she'd just received our card and how much it meant.  Mary Joe's 97 years old now and still living by herself in New Mexico ... sharp as a tack.

Then early Thursday, the funeral director (from my short-term stint at White Chapel) texted to say hi and said, "I miss talking to you."

Little things mean a lot!

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Tuesday morning, when the third member of our already-small congregation was diagnosed with Covid, Pastor Janet immediately canceled in-person services.

Thankfully, everyone was able to participate in Christmas Eve services via Facebook live streaming.

If anyone's interested, I recorded her hubby singing Silent Night. (Click here)

Meanwhile!

Tom was preparing a scrumptious rib roast.

Oh m'gosh, y'all.

We'd not used this rotisserie in years, so I'd forgotten how noisy it sounds.  Judging from the dogs' growling and carrying on, you'd have thought it was Godzilla himself come to carry them away.

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Christmas Day.

As usual, there was more food than should be allowed. (Yes, I remember mother saying something about all the starving children in India. Or, was it China?)

DIL's mother, Jeanette

I'm not especially fond of ice cream ..... 

but never having tasted Blue Bell before, I thought "There's no time like the present!"

Requisite family photo

..... minus Grand #2, who'd left to visit her boyfriend's family.

Blame it on Grandma Myra's spidey-senses, but I strongly suspect this might be "the one."  Just wish I'd thought to include Matt's name on the card.

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Have you time for one more tale?

At one point I saw Grand #1 stick her head in the front door, saying something about needing CPR.

Turns out, Molly Jane had captured a lizard.  Thinking it was dying, Sarah enlisted her mom's help.

Fortunately, my country-raised DIL is a 'cool-hand Luke.'

UN-fortunately, the lizard had affixed himself firmly to her palm and wouldn't let go!

Believing it paralyzed from the frigid temps, Lois tried warming it under the light figure.  No dice.

If you look closely at the group photo (above), he/she was still stuck her palm.

(Later, yes. But I wonder if there's not a children's story there about the lizard that came for Christmas.)

And so it goes.

I hope everyone's warm and well.  Thank you for the precious gift of your friendship!

Hugs,

Myra

P.S.

Some of you may get this.  Santa, you're the best!