Glass Half Full
We made it through Christmas Eve night with no subterranean disturbances. I slept awful, of course, constantly waking up anticipating an eruption from Puck’s room. But that’s a mom’s job.
Anyway, gifts wrapped in brown paper under the tree for Puck. A bow and arrow set, a small skateboard, a cat toy for Crackers, and a Christmas stocking. Bær was also re-gifted – from Puck – one of Puck’s many tattered Calvin and Hobbes, which were Bær’s in the first place.
And more confetti-making.
“I need to make lots of confetti. For your anniversary of course!”
The grand unwrapping continued at the Big House, with Dad, Francis, and Linnea (who had walked out of her room the previous evening asking for Mexican food) quarantined to one side of the room.
My own gifts included fringed moccasin boots and a small silver antique ring (sort of Spanish-Franciscan) from the family. And window cat beds for each house from Joe.
When the sickies retreated to their lairs for further rest, Dad lounging in his room with more “24”, Mom switched on “Holiday Inn” while Ellen made Stinkerbelle eat her tail. One mad cat. Speaking of cats, we had to pick up two new bags of Hawai’ian sweet rolls Tuesday afternoon for the Christmas gathering because Snuggles had napped on them.
“I guess that’s what they mean when they say ‘flat as a pancake,’” Dad observed.
After a viewing of “Holiday Inn”, the girls switched on the Netflix yule log early in the afternoon, commenting on the poor quality of the film.
“Who builds a fire like that?”
“This is a terrible yule log fire.”
“I’ve never seen one this bad.”
So we decided to make the sugared cream cheese mints we always made when we were kids: Mom, Carrie-Bri, Rose, and I. Probably the worse mints even made. Looked more like hot cross buns or … other … kinds of buns. Reminded of the time, also, when Carrie and Rose found a box of these mints in the basement storage boxes, ancient by that time of course, and ate them. Mom was shocked.
So … we’ll hope for next Christmas, getting us all back together at the same time again, in good health.
And in Puck’s words, “I’m even giving gifts to the zombies and pigmen on Minecraft. Because everyone should have a happy Christmas. A merry Christmas one and all!”