GOOD MORNING TO US ALL!!
It's 15 ABOVE zero this morning----a perfect December temperature! We have about 4 inches of fluffy new snow over the snow of old, and it's picture perfect for Santa night and Silent night.
My daughter and her guy will come for my traditional Christmas Eve supper tonight, which is cheese rarebit over Ritz crackers, or Ritz crackers dipped in the rarebit.....served on paper plates to burn for the Yule Fire. We may have a fire on the deck in my firepit, if the temps stay as they are this morning. Meanwhile, I have to get my butt in gear and go grocery shopping, as I didn't do that yesterday. I will also call the DMV to see if, by some weird chance, they might be open so I can renew my driver's license this morning. If not, it will have to wait for early in January.
I hope Pete made it safely to his grandkids yesterday....I imagine that house is all abustle today and tonight! I miss having kids for Christmas---very much. I hope all the rest of you are going to celebrate just the way you want to, no matter where you are or what you are planning. I will be thinking of you all around my fire this evening.
I am enclosing my Christmas poem I wrote many years ago when I lived alone in the little cabin on the other side of the mountain. It was 40 degrees below zero F. that night I wrote it! I know I posted it last Christmas Eve also, so if you recognize it, that's why. You can see that it was written when I was just a tad younger! Reading this every year brings back all those memories of my being totally on my own on a magically cold, sparkly night, and in charge of my survival in that little cabin. It was one of my fondest Christmas Eves of my life, despite my being alone. As at this 'new' house, it had lilac bushes right outside the door.
CHRISTMAS EVE 1967
How cold it is outside tonight…
How crunchy, crispy cold.
A snow has fallen, soft and light,
Upon the fall of old.
The haloed moon above the pine
Gives snowy shapes below
A glist'ning, sparkly, silv’ry shine…
The very air’s a-glow.
The trees and shrubs are cased in rime…
The stately balsams proud;
The earth’s asleep this wintry time,
And stillness rings out loud.
What is it now for what I yearn
Alone this Christmas Eve,
As to the snow and ice I turn
From warmth of cabin eave?
As on my cabin porch I pause
To listen in the cold,
I ask the sky about the cause
Of wars--of hate--of getting old.
I ask the sky--I wonder why?
For what? No god I know…
Yet maybe out there secrets lie
That tell why life is so.
Perhaps an omen from the skies?
A sign this Christmas season?
Yet, here, before my eyes, it lies…
Defying depths of reason.
The rime-cased bush is deadly cold
A sprig of buds I borrow;
The swollen shells their promise hold---
The lilacs of tomorrow.
Susan Martineau--December 24, 1967