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12.24.2010

While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads...

It’s late at night and all is quiet. We’re hanging the stockings by the chimney with care and feeling St. Nick will soon be here.

The day didn’t start trouble free. Kit woke up with a stomach ache and both other boys seemed come down with it by noon. Nothing like the flu to put a crimp in our celebration, I thought. I came home at noon from the butchers with our Christmas roast that I’d ordered last week to discover that it was still frozen. Flu and raw meat for our Christmas Eve. Yum. I ran out for another beast and the butcher apologized, straightened it all out and I went home hoping we weren’t looking at a flu epidemic. By the time I arrived, Doc and Tio had recovered. Kit was still iffy.

The afternoon was energetic, everyone excited while presents appeared under the tree and the candles got placed on the table along with all the Christmas trimmings. All three boys wrapped themselves around the presents under the tree like it was a warm fire and stayed there sniffing and purring like heaven had settled on their shoulders. No one was ill. They dressed up nicely without having to be asked, agreed to read their passages from the gospels without question and were in splendid moods. Sugar and Danny arrived and we had a wonderful evening for one and all.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.