Christmas Eve…


was always the big Christmas event at our house growing up.  Dave’s family did Christmas morning.  So we compromised and now we do both.  Presents with the family on Christmas eve, and stockings in the morning on Christmas day.

back to Christmas Eve.  That is what I am talking about right now.

This year we didn’t have any plans beyond going to church and opening presents.  But that changed late last week when our friend Nancy called and invited us to dinner at her house after the service.  She said there were going to be about 30 people there, and swedish meatballs.

How do you resist n offer like that?

So we went to church, and it was, well…less than spectacular.  Things just weren’t flowing.  The projector overheated, so there were no words to the songs that were not in the hymnal.   And there were a few.  And we sang some of the old favorites, but the rhythms were either a little slower or a little faster than I was used to and so…

But then we sang “Silent Night” by candlelight, and all was right with the world.

And then it was off to dinner.  Nancy and Jim are the most welcoming people I have ever met.  I long to have a home as warm and inviting as their home.  Walking in the door was like coming home.  Good smells, lots of laughter, coffee.

For the next couple of hours we laughed and talked and ate.  and I felt like I was in Minnesota.  There were babies and little kids and teens and young adults and 30 somethings, 40 somethings, 50 somethings and even set of surrogate grandparents for my kids.

we talked breastfeeding and school and vacations and politics.  I could have been in the living room at Showalter Central.

Then we packed up the kids and headed back across town, to our cozy little house, our pretty tree and the dog, who was very happy to see us!

We sat down, talked about Christmas, what it means, how the tradition started and read some scripture, but not from Luke.  From Genesis, because Dave is an Old Testament kind of guy.

Then the presents began!  Cribbage board, Nerf guns, chocolate, a knife, a tin mosquito, a banana leaf frog, Daisy earrings, perfume, socks, a tie, puzzle, artwork, games, stuffed animal, salmon dog treats, knitting needles, audio books, movies, and about 40 books.

Seriously, 40 books.  Books about the oil industry, the Irish exodus, knitting, barbie, WW1, Antarctica, fly fishing, commercial fishing, and so much more.

It was so much fun, and the kids were so excited about each and every little thing!

And that was Christmas eve on Garden Street.


About Sandie

A little background: A mother of 3, two boys and a girl. Married young to a good man. No longer young, but he is still a good man. Grew up in the suburbs of Minneapolis, lived several years in small town Alaska, spent a couple years in the city of Madison, currently residing not too far from down town Anchorage. Drink a crazy amount of coffee. Fiercely loyal to my friends. Truly rabid in my defense of family. Beyond thankful that my God loves me enough to allow me to doubt and question.

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