A Few More Arias

“The buns would like some company, Puck.”

Puck likes important jobs. Eventually he emerged holding a fluffy black bun in both hands, Earnest shaking his feet in fear. Or maybe indignation.

Turns out it was just Carrie, Puck, and myself over at the Big House that afternoon. Francis had taken Linnea to choir, and Mom was visiting her pal, Mrs. O, to meet their new dog.

Puck was quiet again. I found him sitting on the counter writing his name on a small cardboard box.

“I’m making a present for myself to fool everyone on Christmas Day,” he grinned.

Francis eventually joined the party. Earlier, Joe had woken him from morning slumbers. In classic disoriented half-awake Francis fashion, he raised both arms into the air and declared …

“Why are you all staring at me? Are you not entertained?!”

Grandma drove up in time for rotisserie chicken on Hawai’ian sweet rolls. The caravan joining the home school Christmas choir concert that evening was lacking Bær, Puck, Joe, and Rose. While Puck waited for Bær to pick him up, he spent about an hour flying off the snow ramp in the front yard. I watched from the window, not having brought snow boots. Puck ran back in the door, eyes wide.

“I sense danger out there!”

I assured him there was no danger, and he gladly returned to the ramp.

Another concert in the bag. Has it been something like eighteen Christmas concerts since the whole thing started? Considering that Puck will be eligible to participate in the same choir system in less than two short years, is shocking enough.