I'm sending out Christmas cards today, dear reader.
Don't pity me; rather, consider it a miracle. This year the elusive family photo-op eluded me once again, so we turned to Social Print Studios and made up our own holiday greetings.
The cards are decidedly unsophisticated but anytime I get to use stickers, stamps, tape, glue, pens, and glitter, my brain is very happy, indeed.
Something else, while I'm thinking of it. Books. Santa left a nice little stack beneath the tree which captures my attention as a wolf eyes lambs in the meadow. I'm starting with this one, With the Old Breed, a memoir by Eugene Sledge, a Marine who fought in the Pacific during WW II.
So far I've treated my daughters to one lecture and several readings of passages therein, underscoring the immense legacy they inherit by living in this land of freedom. They are teenage girls who've never suffered any greater privation than the occasional cold shower. I want them to cultivate an awareness and abiding gratitude for the sacrifices others have given to make this possible.
Charles Portis molted on Christmas Eve, another miracle. There's something about that little fellow, about his inscrutable ways. He's been rather disinterested in food lately and let me tell you: when a praying mantis doesn't care to eat, no amount of persuasion will get him to change his mind.
I hope it isn't cause for concern.
Christmas was lovely, spent with family and friends. Sophie retrieved my little house and transformed it into a homestead, so if you come visit me now we can have vegetables from the garden!
In the barn there's a pony named Flash. He rides like the wind.
Something about Sophie's gifts to her friends is also unspeakably fabulous. If only I could look at such sour expressions each day for the rest of my life, everything else would ameliorate by comparison.
Finally, this little matchbox car from England with the driver on the right side and his hound in the backseat, motoring along a street of cozy cottages...where is he going? In which house does he live?
How methodical his life must be! How punctual his cup of tea!
My husband's first pie...the first of many, I hope.
Woodland creatures beneath the stars.
And best of all, my little brother is here to visit. He's one of my favorite people in the world...staying up late to play Uno with Caroline and going on long walks with me. He's a dream in the kitchen and a great friend to my husband, always up for anything fun.
I hope it's this way for you, too, dear reader--something different from the usual pace, an added awareness of the goodness in your life, a moment to reflect, time to relax with friends and loved ones nearby.
Merry Christmas...in typical fashion, I'm sending this wish a day after the fact. But it's something I try to keep in my heart every day of the year, so in this one case perhaps my timing is not so off, after all.