This is what my Christmas morning looked like. Or at least part of it. I picked the greens I was going to cook to take to Lily's and grabbed a few peppers while I was at it. Mr. Moon wrapped all of the presents and for that, he is the King of My Christmas.
So I cooked the greens and baked a ham and at mid-afternoon we drove to Lily's. Hank and Rachel did come but stayed masked, outside, to protect us all from their cold. We'd all taken the rapid covid test and all of us had registered as negative so that was good.
The children were happy to see a second wave of presents arrive with aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. The presents were low-key this year. The children all have so many toys. I would love to show you the tiny, miniature cashmere sweater that May made for me with a close-up shot but dammit! I left our bag of gifts at Lily's. I got them as far as the kitchen and then did something else and then walked out without them.
But here's a picture Rachel took of me holding it.
"I'm a good singer," she reassured us. And she is.
I guess the message isn't that darn mysterious.
How many trees did I take down in my lifetime? Wound up the lights and carefully replaced all of the ornaments in their boxes and stored them all away again? Everyone is always so excited to put the tree up and decorate it but when it comes to taking it down...
And this year I do not have to do anything but unwind the two miniature strings of lights from the tree and put them away, move the little pine out back out to the porch to grow another year in its pot.
It also made me happy and proud when it turned out that Hank and Rachel and I had gotten Maggie the same present- an insect collecting kit- and she tried to give one of them to August.