...yup, it's Christmas.
Happy Christmas, everyone!
We've gotten past the holiday preparations: tonight we light the last Advent candle (the white one) and go to Christmas Eve services. Then we come home and hide presents for the kids to find in the morning.
I love Christmas.
So I'm listening to Diana Krall, The Academy of St. Martin-in-the-Field, the Choir of King's College, The Sixteen, Sarah MacLachlan, and Bing Crosby; I'm remembering fondly being cloistered from the cold and dark, sitting near the roaring woodstove. I remember sleepless Christmas Eves, Gwen's Santa costume, and Shan sleeping next to the tree.
I remember one Christmas morning when Shan got the present she wanted so much (won't mention what it was, for fear of embarrassing her): it was exciting, even for me.
I remember cinnamon buns with cherries and raisins for breakfast.
I remember one Christmas in particular, when it started to snow as we were eating turkey. I remember playing in the snow under the streetlight on Twillingate.
I remember Trev coming to stay a few days shortly after Christmas. That was one of the best Christmas presents I ever got.
And of course I remember kneeling on the beach one Christmas, and Ames said "yes".
Happy Christmas, everyone.