I can't believe I didn't write a post yesterday.....but I'm still coughing so much at night that I spent much of yesterday curled up with my coughdrops and kleenex, basking in that post Fats and Kristi Rose Christmas glow. Saturday night was indeed a glorious night however and I am still feeling the glow today. After five holiday house concerts Fats and Kristi Rose really ARE Christmas for us now. I couldn't possibly love those two more---they are very, very dear to us. We are so fortunate to have them as beloved friends. Thanks to ALL that shared this night with us. Send me all your pictures....crappy cell phone pictures included! I always battle with myself....do I just glory in the moment or do I try to take pictures and video? I went for glorying in the moment but now I wish I had more pictures!!!
Last night as I was somehow making the kitchen smoky from roasting a big old chicken at 500 degrees, Ernie called me into the living room. Standing there was our friend Linda, holding a beautiful basket of treats. She said they had hoped to make the Christmas party but the weather had kept them away. She and Becky read my blog and had read about my love of the Betty Crocker Cooky Book and longing for the Christmas Bells. LOOK what they sent me!!
The BELLS that I said looked impossible to me! Aren't they gorgeous? And IN a beautiful dish, AND a tin of pizelles (YES) AND a wonderful Santa cookie cutter and recipe and picture of her Mom in a Santa hat, this is the first year she hasn't made the Santa cookies but she looks darn jaunty in her Santa hat. I tell you, after she left and I read the card and letter from them and looked at the cookies, I just cried. I can't even explain it....but I just cried. I was so touched....truly heart touched. Somehow so many things were wound up in that perfect gift, my mom, the hours spent turning the pages of that Cooky Book as a child, missing my Mom but feeling loved by friends, the care and kindness of it all. I can't properly articulate it but I just cried. Happy tears as I assured the boys....happy tears.
Thank you Linda and Becky...with all my heart.
Thank you Fats and Kristi Rose....with all my heart.
Thank you to all that came, all the glorious food and drink, all the hugs and all the laughter, all the beautiful, beautiful music, the sound of Kristi Rose's voice, the beautiful tone of Fats' fiddle. Thank you all so very, very much for making it Christmas in our home and in our hearts.
And now if Owen (and Leo in a quieter way) can only hold himself together til Christmas morning....he alternates between joy and utter angst that it is so far away......
Merry Christmas all. Merry Christmas!