Although it sure wasn’t happy for St. Stephen. Come to think of it, I guess it was, in the end. St. Stephen, for those who don’t know, was the first Christian martyr. He was stoned to death, under the supervision of a guy named Saul, who later had a conversion experience on the road to Damascus and changed his name to Paul, now known as St. Paul. Getting stoned–fun. Getting stoned to death–not fun. Being a saint in heaven–probably way cool.
Anyway, we went to our #s 1, 2 and 3 daughter’s late mother’s younger sister’s house for Christmas Day. Never mind figuring that out–we went to Nancy’s, okay? The house looked like House Beautiful and the meal was like Good Housekeeping–everything perfect and wonderful. Then we found out what she had been through that morning: The turkey juice overflowed and flooded the bottom of the oven–the house was full of smoke. She drained off the smoking juice and aired out the house. She was so upset, she put a whole pan of peeled and sliced potatoes on the stove…with no water in the pan, and scorched those and had to start over. The house and meal were STILL ready and perfect in time for us. The woman is a wonder, she really is. She and her remaining sister, Irene, and all their family are among the nicest, kindest, funniest, interesting and capable people I know. She gave 16-yr-old Dillon a roll of toilet paper for Christmas. He unrolled a little of it and a dollar bill fell out. She had rolled up dollars throughout the entire roll. Sounds goofy, but it was funny.
After Nancy’s, we went to #2 daughter’s to give the kids in our little family their presents from us. The littlest was dissatisfied (such is Christmas) because he hadn’t gotten this one HUGE thing he’d set his heart on. I think he finally got happy. Everyone else was delighted with mostly books (that’s who we are–bookish people) and games. #2 daughter is taking cello lessons (she’s already an accomplished pianist) and played Christmas carols and we all sang along.
#4 daughter came home with us and visited for a few hours. She lives in Louisville, and we don’t get to spend as much time with her as we’d like. Charlie built a fire in the fireplace and we sat around and talked and listened to The Christmas Revels (the original show).
I would love to stay home today and digest, but Mom needs to go to the library and Ozzie’s (best gift store in the world, right here in Corydon) is having a sale and we need milk…. No rest for the wicked.
writing prompt: obvious–What did your characters get for Christmas? What they wanted? What they didn’t want? What did they give, what did they do for Christmas?