Don came up to bed shortly after midnight. “It’s Christmas Eve,” he whispered. And, in fact, I realized with surprise, it felt like Christmas Eve.
In the refrigerator, chocolate chip cookie dough was chilling overnight. There are an obscene number of packages under the tree and my parents have yet to arrive to add to the collection. We bundled up the packages for Don’s family and sent them to Miami. The tree looks especially lovely (I know, I say that every year). There’s eggnog waiting to be consumed this evening and tomorrow. As I type, a gingerbread cake is cooling in the kitchen.
There is even - shockingly - snow on the ground. Lots of snow on the ground.
Christmas came fast this year and my enthusiasm for it came slow. But, it’s arrived. And I’m welcoming it with open arms.
Happy Christmas.
December 24th, 2009 at 10:49 am
Happy Christmas to you both, too — wishing you a wonderful celebration!