Attila has taken two-day weekends through the whole month of December. NOTHING could mean more to me.
This is just a short entry, written because I feel like writing the small things.
This morning I am beginning my pie trilogy. Pumpkin for Terra, Mincemeat for Luna, and Apple for the sons-in-law. I will make pie crust dough, which will go into the refrigerator till tomorrow, when I bake the pies.
While contemplating the baking of pies, I thought of Ellen.
Ellen is the elderly woman who I read to every week. She is quite literate and clever, but unable to read since old age robbed her of her sight.
I was taken with the sudden urge to deliver my small Christmas gift to Ellen. Out came the wrapping paper. Out came the ribbons. Out came the box of Christmas cards. In a very short time the gift was wrapped and I was on my way to the nursing home.
When I walked in, Ellen was in the dining hall eating her breakfast. I joined her at the table, we had a nice chat. The woman assisting her with her meal was warm and friendly. We, all three, had a lovely exchange of greetings and good wishes. Once Ellen had her package, I was off home again.
The gift is not much, a small box of chocolates, I know Ellen loves sweets. It was such fun to give.
I will pop over again either Christmas Eve Day or Christmas Day with a second small box of chocolates - wrapped and beribboned. At that time I will finish the reading of Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol", which we began last week.
After I returned home, Luna called to let us know their estimated time of arrival on Christmas Eve.
Today I am rich and happy.
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On Christmas Night
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