|The View Master|
Christmas at ReRow was sandwiched between two of Jack Blizzard’s little tantrums. It cut our family gathering short, since folks had to travel between snowfalls. Still, it was magical, and we feel very blessed by the Universe this year.
There’s nothing quite like Christmas morning with two toddler girls and a really smart, highly coordinated kindergarten boy. I was initially aghast when our grownup son gave our small, conniving grandson a Nerf bow & arrows, and yes, the grandson shot me (and everyone else) in the head at least once, but the joy on his face was worth every almost-poked-my-eye-out ambush.
|I Smell Teen Spirit|
|Proof that Alia Smiles|
|Dad and Handsome Young'uns|
The older teens got cash money and, better yet, all the sleep they wanted. They are clearly Borg, linked 24/7 via multiple devices and a gazillion charger cords.
The dogs’ Christmas present was a constant supply of fuzzy-blankie covered, comatose bodies on which to bed down.
Our Christmas “themes” this year were music, light, and color. Mom gave everyone some sort of light—Buddha lamps, “PEACE” lighted marquis wall signs, glass heads with light “brains.”
I gave each of our five grandkids a soprano ukulele—each a different color--and the small grandkids got harmonicas.
EVERYONE got at least one coloring book with colored pencils—there were Grey’s Anatomy, Mandala, Merworld Problems, Unicorns are Jerks, Enchanted Fairy Garden, and Fat Ladies in Space coloring books. Coloring books are super trendy right now, and I tend to avoid anything super trendy, but this article - http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/coloring-benefits-meditation_55b7c9c1e4b0074ba5a6724f - sucked me in. In fact, three of us gave coloring books this year (super duper trendy), so most folks got more than one.
|The good life: Pikachu costume and a uke|
|Colour My World|
Perhaps the pièce de résistance, however, was the little girls’ shoes. After seeing this video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ha-3MiVa7-Y - I had to find these shoes. Not only did I find them, I found them in red glitter. Ruby slippers. But squeaky. Imagine a couple of two-year-old girls, dancing and grinning and squeaking all around the house. I’m telling you, except for peace on earth and an end to fear & greed, NOTHING could be better than these shoes. If I could find a pair in MY size…
|Squeaking by the Fire|
I won’t bore you with our extended family’s catalogue of situational and medical maladies over the past year, except to say that the best gift of all is that we’re all still here this year. We are unspeakably grateful for every wacky family member, those who were able to make it to our Little Town Christmas, and those who couldn’t be here. Tonight, I will dance (I call it “dancing,” even though some might disagree, or turn away, or call the nice young men in their clean white shirts) to Ray’s band at our Little Town watering hole. In addition to the challenge and promise of another New Year, I will be celebrating the gifts of life & love, and I’ll be wishing the same for you & yours.
|The After [squeaky] math|