Christmas 08
Christmas of 2008 came to pass in the following manner. In the days leading up to Christmas, as mentioned in the last missive, there was plenty to do inasmuch as I am still involved in the outback building program as well as striving to learn my lines for the play on New Year’s Eve. In spite of all this, Christmas does come and will pass whether one takes notice of it or not.
Of course I did take much notice because this day just happens to celebrate the birthday of my “best Friend” and “elder Brother”. This is the same Friend that sticks closer than a brother. Also one would not have to be super observant to see the excitement building in the eyes and actions of the local grunt monkeys. Sure enough, Christmas Eve arrived, which usually comes just before Christmas Day.
We are known for family gatherings around here and Christmas Eve was the occasion for another one. This one mostly involved the same crew that was here for our Thanksgiving festivities – minus the Texas crew and a few more. The number came out to be 18 at our supper and joyous gathering – seven of which were of the younger variety, 4 were our grunt monkeys and 3 belonged to NWT – (niece with twins).
We started our family celebration by reading the Christmas story – the one in Luke’s gospel – and then we held hands in a circle and had prayer together as a family. Then we descended upon our feast, consuming it with great to medium gusto. As per usual it was a joyous gathering with much laughter and happy clamor, one could almost hear the needles click as the family was knit even closer together.
The event finally started to wind down and several were standing outside saying goodbye when an odd thing happened. Suddenly a pony walked across the lawn of the house across the street, across the pavement to our yard then back across and on down toward the highway. NWTH, being in law enforcement, saw the danger and with another nephew headed out to try to keep it out of the highway.
The local law was called but the animal’s owner was not forthcoming. They were able to herd the animal into a neighbor’s unused tennis court that still had a good fence around it. The thought crossed my mind that this could possibly be one of “Santa’s” gifts gone astray. As it turned out, it belonged to folks about a quarter of a mile away and had just gotten out of its fence. They retrieved it the next day.
We didn’t get to bed until the wee hours but were able to sleep in on Christmas day since we had no little ones in residence. We later went to YD’s to see the grunt monkeys, all their gifts and have a meal with them. Christmas is a wondrous season and I gathered many smiles to add to my mental collection. The best gift of all times has always been that of God’s Son as our savior – God is good, all the time. ec
Of course I did take much notice because this day just happens to celebrate the birthday of my “best Friend” and “elder Brother”. This is the same Friend that sticks closer than a brother. Also one would not have to be super observant to see the excitement building in the eyes and actions of the local grunt monkeys. Sure enough, Christmas Eve arrived, which usually comes just before Christmas Day.
We are known for family gatherings around here and Christmas Eve was the occasion for another one. This one mostly involved the same crew that was here for our Thanksgiving festivities – minus the Texas crew and a few more. The number came out to be 18 at our supper and joyous gathering – seven of which were of the younger variety, 4 were our grunt monkeys and 3 belonged to NWT – (niece with twins).
We started our family celebration by reading the Christmas story – the one in Luke’s gospel – and then we held hands in a circle and had prayer together as a family. Then we descended upon our feast, consuming it with great to medium gusto. As per usual it was a joyous gathering with much laughter and happy clamor, one could almost hear the needles click as the family was knit even closer together.
The event finally started to wind down and several were standing outside saying goodbye when an odd thing happened. Suddenly a pony walked across the lawn of the house across the street, across the pavement to our yard then back across and on down toward the highway. NWTH, being in law enforcement, saw the danger and with another nephew headed out to try to keep it out of the highway.
The local law was called but the animal’s owner was not forthcoming. They were able to herd the animal into a neighbor’s unused tennis court that still had a good fence around it. The thought crossed my mind that this could possibly be one of “Santa’s” gifts gone astray. As it turned out, it belonged to folks about a quarter of a mile away and had just gotten out of its fence. They retrieved it the next day.
We didn’t get to bed until the wee hours but were able to sleep in on Christmas day since we had no little ones in residence. We later went to YD’s to see the grunt monkeys, all their gifts and have a meal with them. Christmas is a wondrous season and I gathered many smiles to add to my mental collection. The best gift of all times has always been that of God’s Son as our savior – God is good, all the time. ec