I am feeling a bit nostalgic these days. Missing my parents and in-laws. We always spent Christmas with one or the other.
This is our third year without my mom, who lived the longest and who was the driving force behind the celebration of Christmas. She never tired of the holiday. She always bought presents for us, even when she was slowing down in her late eighties.
I kept some of her decorations when we were clearing out the apartment and deciding what we wanted from her collection of many handmade items.
I make her sugar cookies every year. It isn’t Christmas without her cookies.
Those crispy thin cookies are all I need to resurrect Christmas past in our house.
Today I made a small feast. Mixed grill. Potatoes with peppers and onions. Cheese. Bread, Really lovely old wine. We sat for a long time at the table, reminiscing.
Time to head into the family room to see if the Saints can hang on and win.
Happy holidays to my friends and relatives. Hoping 2021 is far better than these last two years have been.
I think the Saints did more than hang in there. Merry Christmas, and hopping your new year is better than this year (2020).