More of the Good Stuff

It might have been only two days before December, but the weather didn’t agree with the calendar, apparently. When Puck opened the front door to smash a bottle cap on the front porch with Mom’s old pink and white polka-dot hammer, he was just as shocked as the next guy.

“Mom! Mom! Come feel it out here! It’s not even cold! I don’t even need a coat! I really don’t!”

I think Puck spends half his winters trying to convince me that he doesn’t need a coat.

Bing Crosby Christmas in the house. Windows – almost – opened. Puck biking the neighborhood with pals. El Oso at church choir practice for the Christmas season.

By the afternoon, it was 64 degrees or more. I felt like I must be in Texas or Louisiana or someplace, the only two southern reference points I had for any month past October in the holiday season.

Gloria and Puck had already left for the movies at this point. When “The Book of Life” was sold out, they just opted for Puck’s second viewing of “Big Hero Six” in two days. He clearly wasn’t bothered.

I sat on the porch for awhile getting some work done. White-streaked blue sky, sun already waning at three o’clock.

Theodore and El Oso trimmed the bushes with electric clippers. Probably more fun than work. I think a pot of coffee may have also been involved.

It was dark when they drove back from the movies. I could tell from the look on Puck’s face that he had been allowed a privilege not normally allowed. It was quickly revealed.

“I had soda!”

Maniacal grin.

Well, if you can’t have it on the grandparents’ watch, when are you ever going to have it?

It seemed almost inappropriate – streets festooned with Christmas lights of all colors – walking out into a near-balmy night.