So the mayhem of Christmas Day is done and I can sit in my barefeet in my peaceful house and be glad for the quiet again.
It was a day full of relatives and food and I've had my fill of both for a while, I think. I spent the morning at Christmas breakfast with my brothers and then had the in-laws and their babies and family friends and strangers they brought in off the street for the afternoon and into the night. I never would have thought my little house could hold so many! But there was one point during the night when I stood in my kitchen and looked out at the room full of laughing faces and was glad (mostly) for their company; glad at least that they were all together for the first time in a long while. I smiled at that.
I want to share two last things before wandering away for a few days: first a final example of quirkiness found at my brother's. Do any of you remember those old-fashioned tinsel trees? Well, Brian bought this one and has it decorated with bubble lights and antique Shiny-Bright ornaments he's bought off eBay or pilfered from my dad's garage and we all think it's the most beautiful thing.
Growing up, we had two xmas trees. The real one in the basement was for us kids; the one upstairs was for show and was a tinsel tree like this, but full size and with one of those color-wheel projection thingies that must have been all the rage at some point in history. God awful at the time, probably, but memory and nostalgia make my brothers and I yearn to find one like it again.
Lastly, a poem of sorts, sent by my brother Kevin. He had meant for me to include it here somehow, but it almost feels too personal to do so. I'll post it anyway, with the idea that most of the meaning I read into it may well go right over your heads. I'm counting on that anyway.
Early morning quiet
Waits, anticipates, overcompensates
Little girls feet
Cold crisp floor
To grow up
To do without
Lights not right
Tears at night
On top or underneath?
The tinsel last
One at a time
Ends folded wrong
Blue winter jacket
Holly hobby house
Stockings to brim
With girly things
An orange way down
No coal this year
One day, I'll be up to telling that story, maybe.
Hope it was happy for everyone and that Santa brought all that you'd hoped for.
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