On The First Night of Christmas

“Jerry, I’ll probably talk myself out of it, but I’m considering making cinnamon rolls.”

“You what?”

“I’m thinking of making cinnamon rolls.”

It was around 6:00 Sunday evening. Jerry and I sat before a blazing fire in our home in Crestline.

The day had started early, and with a fast pace we had moved; through loading all the wrapped presents and other paraphernalia from the motor home into the car, the Sunday morning church service, good-byes and Merry Christmases to all there, then another stop at Walmart for the final stash of milk and meat that we would need in Crestline. The roads were a mess, neighbors had told us, so I wasn’t counting on making any quick trips down to the store once we got home.

We probably weren’t 50 miles out of Havasu when we started seeing snow. First it was visible on the distant mountain peaks, then shortly there were patches beside the road, and by the time we were 50 miles east of Barstow on Highway 40, there was massive snow everywhere, finally coming right up to the freeway edge. I have never seen such wide-spread snow in that high desert area.

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No one could have a better neighbor than we do in Ken McDaniel, who lives directly across from us. After the second recent snow, he cleared our driveway, knowing we would be arriving.

“Shirley, it is so thick, and its been so cold, that the bottom layer is ice, and I wasn’t able to get it completely cleared,” he warned a few days ago as we spoke on the phone.

A couple of runs at it were required, but about 3:00 in the afternoon as Jerry adroitly managed the spinning tires, our trusty four-wheel drive Jeep responded properly, and in a few minutes we were inside our garage.

Up the garage stairs all that stuff must be carried: we considered leaving it because we knew some strong youngsters were scheduled to make an appearance in a few hours, but we flexed our muscles, called up resolve, and managed the whole thing ourselves. Finally, our kitchen was mounded with grocery bags, the inside stairs were covered with the wrapped packages, the laundry was propped beside the washer, and Jerry and I wilted into chairs. I brewed a strong pot of coffee, and before I tackled storing all those groceries, and starting the laundry, I sat before one of our glass doors and admired the “winter wonderland” in which we would spend a few days. I believe this is the most snow I’ve seen since we’ve lived here. The last storm alone dropped 18 inches, and atop what had fallen only days before, we have between 3 1/2 and 4 feet of snow. The berms are massive.

Anyway, here it was about 6:00, the groceries were stored, our personal things had been put away, I had started the laundry, and I had this wild idea to make cinnamon rolls.

“Why do you want to make cinnamon rolls now, Shirley? You’re going to wear yourself out.”

“Oh, I was just thinking of Andrew and his dsc_0020family driving up from San Diego and how neat it would be if when they get here around 9:00 or 9:30, hot cinnamon rolls would be waiting for them.”

I didn’t talk myself out of it, and about 9:15 when they roared up the driveway having to make a couple of runs at it as we had, I was just putting the cinnamon rolls in the oven.

Pappy already had on his robe when up the garage stairs Andrew’s five bounded. Chloe was the first to get a hug.

Christmas has begun!

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8 thoughts on “On The First Night of Christmas

  1. Sharon

    O.K. Aunt Shirley,

    Those cinnamon rolls look wonderful. Would you please post the recipe?
    I would really like to enjoy them with ya’ll, but Crestline is a long way from Kerrville.
    I pray ya’ll have a fun and blessed Christmas.

    Love and miss you

    Merry Christmas, Sharon. Sure wish you were here with us. I will try to post the cinnamon rolls recipe today some time.

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  2. Ha! That reminds me of our Christmas in Tahoe several years ago. My family of four, Andrew & Shawnna’s family of 5 or 6 (Shawnna, was Brady born, yet), Mike & Jennifer’s family of six, Gary & Barbara, and my parents! Whew! One week in one cabin in Tahoe for Christmas. šŸ˜€
    We would stay up late every night and cook and eat; and bake and eat…
    One night, Andrew got the wild idea to make YOUR cinnamon rolls. šŸ™‚ But, he had to ask you a question so he called you! It was at least midnight! L.O.L.! You were so kind to answer the phone and help him out. Do you remember that?! He accomplished those rolls and we enjoyed them that night! Actually, it was probably more like 2am by then. šŸ™‚
    Oh, memories of good times. I never tire of them.
    Keep us posted on your daily activities.
    Merry Christmas!
    Love you bunches!

    Tena, you should be here with us! Have a very merry Christmas, and yes, I remember several of Andrew’s late night calls for recipes.

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  3. Hi Shirley, I’m sure you’re having a wonderful Christmas. The cinnamon rolls look yummy.

    Good morning, Helen. Yes, the cinnamon rolls were yummy: they’re history now. I wish you a wonderful Christmas, Helen. How’s the weather looking where you are?

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  4. Michael

    Mom, did you open the trunk and let the great Christmas spirit out?

    Michael, I knew as soon as I walked in the house yesterday , that without anyone even opening the heavy trunk lid, the Christmas Spirit had pushed its way out, and had permeated every room in this place. šŸ™‚ Wish you were here with us.

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  5. I admire your stamina. I’m sure everyone appreciated your efforts in making cinammon rolls. I know I would if I were there. Hope you and your family have a wonderful White Christmas. I’ll have to enjoy the snow by visiting WordPress blogs. LOL

    Carol, we bloggers at WordPress are glad to share the cheer, aren’t we. Love all of you, and wish a blessed and happy Christmas for you.

    Come by and we’ll share our cinnamon rolls. I made five pans of them.

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  6. What a sweet Christmas memory for your grandkids – I’m sure they will remember those cinnamon rolls for many years. Blessings to you for a very merry week and a wonderful Christmas!

    Rhonda, thank you for stopping by and for your kind thoughts. Joy and blessings to you and yours.

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  7. HG

    YEAH! I’m so glad you are “home” safe & sound, and enjoying your White Christmas. I have no doubt this will be the best Christmas ever for you and your family!

    Merry Christmas from our house to yours. We love you.

    HG & Crew

    Well, Christmas will not be complete if we don’t have a visit with the H&P Company! I mean it. šŸ˜¦

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