This Christmas we did not get a tree, and we did not hang stockings.
I haven’t yet bought a gift for anyone in my immediate family. (Sorry guys, they’ll come… eventually.)
I frosted precisely zero Christmas cookies.
I keep pinning, but let’s be real. I’ve crafted next to nothing.
There have been no chestnuts roasted on an open fire, sprinkles snitched or eggnog-flavored drinks drunk.
But that’s ok. That’s not what Christmas is about.
We have safely traveled to see relatives in far-flung places—and were reminded of the saintliness of strangers on the plane. (Exhibit A: Our seatmate who let Peeper play with his iPhone when she was this close to Meltdown City.)
We visited the Oregon Zoo and the Brookfield Zoo. (Peeper looked at me like, YOU NEVER TOLD ME THERE WAS MORE THAN ONE ZOO!)
Peeper learned important new words like “snowman” and “jingle.”
We visited family—including some new additions whom I hadn’t yet met, and many of whom had never met Peeper.
And Peeper has found her new calling as the Chicken Whisperer.
I’ll just go ahead and call this Christmas so far a success.
Merry Christmas, all!
First year since 1980 that I didn’t make stollen. No biggie. It’s not like I forgot how. We just didn’t need four stollen this year. Also, all of Mom’s guests couldn’t make it. They’re all in their 80s and 90s and had things up with their health. We had to change our plans, and there were only three of us for dinner – Mom, my sister and me – but the world kept turning. To be honest, I preferred a Christmas with less stuff and less fuss.
Thank goodness the world keeps turning even if we skip traditions! Otherwise we’d have a very, very stopped world. 😉 Merry Christmas Bill!