Perhaps Chloe said it best last evening; “Granny, it’s kind of sad when Christmas is over, huh?” She paused, thinking I’m sure, that Nathaniel, Rebecca, Mike and Mel weren’t here anymore, and continued, “Especially when some of the people have gone.”
“It is, Chloe. Can be depressing.”
But holiday life cannot last forever, and so before this day is over, our Crestline home will be cleared of people: we’ll creep down the yet frozen driveway–Andrew and his gang will head south to San Diego, and Jerry and I will drive eastward to Lake Havasu.
It has been a white and wonderful Christmas–all my children have been here except for my oldest, Steve. He had planned to come Monday, but a business deal arose which he had to handle, then the weather worsened, requiring chains or four-wheel drive vehicles on the mountain roads, and he was not sure he could make it. Mike and Mel spent most of the day here Friday, Rebecca has been here since Tuesday, and Andrew came in on Sunday, as did we.
A group of us were out on this day trying to deliver little gifts to the neighbors but the wind was blowing so hard, the ribbons were flying off the packages, and it was so bitter cold, that we failed to get our job completely done.
Some of the neighbors weren’t home, so the youngsters left the presents at their doors.
Then to add to our joy, late yesterday, our dear friends, Adam and Sharon Pierce drove up the icy roads to spend a few hours with us.
So ends Christmas 2008. Our exchanged gifts were not lavish; our joy in being together was boundless. I trust your Christmas was as blessed as has been Jerry’s and mine.