Christmas comes but once a year, and Hanukkah too. Before the New Year strikes, and the pressure of resolutions.
You know: to eat less, to exercise more, to read, to forgive.
Now, though, it's about family. To gather 'round the tree, the menorah. Today (Dec. 22) we light the candles for the eighth and final night of Hanukkah. Then, before bed, we'll get out our Christmas stockings to put on the mantle.
At our house over the holidays this year we are blessed with the return of our daughter, K. She and her boyfriend, C, and their two dogs, the gentle blue pit, Stella, and the drama king Chihuahua, Shoe-y. We will cook and drink and laugh and tell stories. Some about the origins of our ornaments that we've collected on our travels throughout the years. Oh, yes, there will be some unwrapping of gifts. But the simple additional presence of K, C, S, and Sh will be enough.
Boy-o-boy, this post is about as sappy as Lox, our Christmas tree. (We added an two-footer golden pine, which we dubbed Goldie ....) But what the heck. It's Christmas.
Very best of the season, everyone !
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