Our front door is festooned with a fresh wreath, fashioned and brought to us by some dear friends who have done this for us in years past and continue on this year.
But today, we are...
Just Granny Lou and Papa, eating a breakfast casserole, brought to us yesterday, by some friends at church. Grits and Summer Sausage, now that is a great feast for this day.
We have been thanking our neighbors and friends for their gifts of food and goodies for the past several days now, but it does not get old. We are happy to be remembered, but wish we could still be on the giving end instead of always receiving. But, after thinking about it, we happily receive these, sent, or brought, our way.
Our Nativity set, rests on the credenza, and, as I look at it again this morning, I remember that I need to put Jesus in his manger. Looking in his resting place in the drawer, I find the box, open it, take out the infant, and place him in the manger. Then I look at the box, take out a piece of paper and find a note from Amazon, telling us that one year a person known as just " a blog reader", has sent this.
I seem to remember a blog post from the past that speaks of not being able to find the Baby when we put out the set, and writing about that dilemma.
Now I see that I can look up on Amazon and find who the actual sender was. I do, and now I know who "a blog reader" is. Thanks if you are still reading.
Had to take a break a few minutes ago to drive over to the house where the casserole came from, when we returned there was another bowl on the doormat. It was some sort of desert, and it was good, real good, but no name on the dish. I want to thank someone, but who?
Oh well, let me get back to the previous few days before Christmas...
As much pleasure as we get from food and gifts, there is more still from visits and conversations from friends, and even more when those visits come from family.
Doug and Dawn have made us a part of their Christmas for a long time. Early on it was at their home in Blacksburg, but now they make it a point to visit down here during the Christmas season. One year they will come to us before Christmas and then visit the other grandparents over in Pensacola for the actual Holiday. The next year, we get the Christmas Day celebration and the Bucks get the before, or sometimes after.
But they always include both sets of parents.
That is good.
No, that is very good....we always enjoy all the kids (5 now) and it makes Christmas for us.
For several years, we had all the kids and grandkids down here to our Island.We rented a big house near the beach and partied.
But times change, and kids grow and have travel schedules of their own, and other responsibilities, too. So they come when they can, and we love it anytime.
So, this year it was just the Blacksburg contingent, and it was three days of food, fun and fellowship.
Beach time
Games in the condo
Food on the table (and still some in our refrigerator)
We may not remember all the memories we made, but we hope those with more mental capacity will remember these times fondly, and think about family times that are enjoyable and memorable.
It may not be actually snowing, but we will carry a snowstorm full of great times away with us, to remember while we can.
Let it snow...
Merry Christmas, Don! We are enjoying time with your Conway contingent. You get them next year!
ReplyDeleteNever really matters on When, does it. Just so they love you to want to come. Looks like you enjoyed your time.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherry..question: do I know you from somewhere or did you just stumble in. I looked up your blog also and look forward to reading.
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