All my gifts are bought and either on their way to me for wrapping or already in house. Festive dinner plans are made. I’m listening to Christmas music on our local classical music radio station. My apartment is decorated with three huge red poinsettias, and with Archie’s two small “Grammie” Christmas trees.
Christmas is an easy holiday to love, as long as you have people to celebrate with. Having little ones who still believe in Santa is the best — their joy reinforces the belief that good things can come literally out of the sky, land on the roof, and slide down the chimney. That we often lived in a house growing up that had no chimney made not a whit of difference — we still believed. As it happens Archie and Else do have a chimney, and last year Archie was dead sure he heard the reindeer land on the roof. I get to sleep over on Christmas eve, enjoying one of his bunk beds — the bottom one I hope. He and I will listen for Santa’s reindeer together.
Ben arrived late Monday from Austin, and his parents Midge and Jerry arrived about the same time from New York. We’re anticipating ebelskivers on Christmas eve — Amy’s Danish family tradition — and raclet either on Christmas eve or for Christmas dinner. That’s a tradition of Ben’s Swiss German family. Presents on Christmas morning, after which Matt makes pancakes. Lots of love and good cheer all the way around, and I wish the same to you and yours.