Christmas

Pauline and Brent came over Friday evening with their dogs. Brent was ready to start opening gifts as soon as he came it, but we decided to wait until Christmas Eve. Linda had snacks fixed, so we didn't have supper, just ate whatever and watched some TV while talking about Christmas shopping and stuff.
Sunday morning everyone was slow rising and just spent relaxing. A little after 9 we took the dogs on their regular walk around the farm and watched as they ran and played. It was nice outside, over 55 degrees air temperature, so no one was in a hurry to get back inside. Once we went back in, we had ham sandwiches for lunch and then loaded the dogs into the truck along with everyone and took a short ride over to George's Place. Linda and I had heard about it on the radio, and had went there to see what they had to sell. It was an odd ball place, and I wanted Pauline and Brent to see it. Talk about an out of the way place, it is 10 miles from any town, and then about a 1/2 mile off the country road. It is one of those round top buildings, some call a Quonset Hut. As we walked inside, there was stuff piled to the roof everywhere, not one inch of space, and about 100 feet long with an aisle down the middle. Just enough room to walk down the center and smaller aisles going left and right. Thousands of things just stacked eveywhere. We piddled around there for about a half an hour, and then went home. Christmas Eve was long enough to wait to open presents, because P&B were going to see Pauline's parents on Christmas and would be leaving early. Stacey and Brent handed out the gifts and we all began opening our presents. We all seemed to like the presents and after about 50 minutes we were done opening our stuff. We spent the rest of the evening watching movies that Stacey had received for Christmas.
Christmas Day we woke early and helped P&B pack their stuff into the car and gave them hugs and said our good byes before they left for Brownsville.

Merry Christmas to all!

(When I say "Merry Christmas," what I actually mean is: "Have a happy year-end period, regardless of which ancient tradition of marking the winter solstice you have inherited from your ancestral culture, and enjoy your chosen rituals of togetherness and renewal in which our similarities -- not our differences -- are celebrated. I am not assumimg you are a Christian, nor do I hope to convert you to Christianity -- but I still wish you a happy year-end period and confer such blessings upon you as a compassionate heart can offer.")