I sent my son a Griddler for Christmas since he liked what it produced when he was here, visiting. It arrived today.
He sent a pic; he and his gf made dinner with it or maybe he made her dinner. I can see her in the pic, sitting on the couch eating dinner in front of the tv, or maybe it's a game.
I think they're good together. Th energy is calm. They're having a bonafide, merry happy zoomer Christmas.
What Christmas-y things do you have going?
I made gift baskets for a couple of fellas on my road, neighbors who are of the over 80 set. They are really good men. We care about them. My husband made the deliveries. He likes to see these guys and keep up, you know, man stuff.
They got home canned dill pickles, apple butter,a bag of almonds and walnuts, a loaf of homemade bread and carwash tickets to clean the salt and cinders off. It won't be long before we get snow I figure.
These guys both showed up at the funeral home when my father died in April. When you lose someone when they are 91, there aren't alot of people left, who knew them and so ,not many people there. It really meant a lot to me that they showed up to pay their respects .Sometimes people have no idea how much it means to someone to be there in support of them.
Though Christmas often magnifies our sadness over both recent and past losses, it's also a time to cherish our happy memories of Christmases Past. And share them...
I've told of my early childhood Christmas Eves spent at my Italian grandparents' house in the city. On Christmas morning, I'd awaken and rush out to see what Santa left for me under the huge sparkling tree.
But one year when I was maybe 5 or 6, a snowstorm made the 40 mile drive unwise, so we spent Christmas Eve at home. In the morning I awoke to find just a few small gifts under our tree, with a little note printed in pencil, "from Santa," explaining that he left most of my presents at Grandma's, as usual, for me to find when we arrived there for Christmas dinner. And apologizing for the brevity of the note as his hands were cold!
Though I eventually recognized that the pencilled note matched my dad's printing, I treasured it for years.
Got a happy memory to share?