Christmas morning is always an early morning for me. The early morning reverie is my time to remember loved ones who shared Christmases past, and to mourn the loss of innocence that continues to exist in the world. I often shed a few tears. I don’t share this time with anyone, but sit in the silent hours of early morning darkness, gazing at the gaily lit tree, honouring what was and is good.
Eventually daylight creeps into the room, heralding the morning. In the present tense I feel thankfulness for having a cozy home, good food, and someone to share it with.
Attila and I exchanged gifts, listening to Carols, our favourite is Pavarotti. Our gifts to each other are either food, or practical items. Attila got loppers from me, and I received canning and baking equipment from him. We will enjoy using our gifts!
We have spoken to Attila’s Mom this morning, she is spending Christmas morning on her own, with no plans, and I think she is feeling a little lonely. We had a nice chat. We live in different countries, and the distance is too far for visiting. Thank goodness for technology. Attila’s brother and his family live within a few blocks of his Mom; I feel a bit of disgust for a son who would leave his widowed mother sitting alone on Christmas Day.
I have been emailing and messaging my Mom and sisters this morning, another triumph of technological connections. All is well in their world.
We enjoyed a lovely breakfast here this morning. I seldom eat eggs, as they are high in cholesterol. I love eggs. So my special Christmas Breakfast was fried eggs on toast with mayonnaise, a sprinkling of black pepper, and a glass of cranberry juice. Attila had sausage and gravy with toast, and a glass of mango juice.
I have been eyeing the chocolate that Attila gave me for Christmas, but have been able to resist so far. He found Chocolate Drops for me, knowing that my Mom put them in my Christmas Stocking when I was a kid. Just one of those special little things.
Attila received an imported jar of canned sausages from me, and I believe those will slowly disappear over the next few weeks, as he conducts his midnight raids on the refrigerator. Most nights Attila arises at some point to eat, hunger wakes him up. He is a regular PAC-Man when it comes to food.
Christmas Day will pass quietly and peacefully here at Mist Cottage.
Peace and love and joy from my house to yours!
Date: 10:00 AM EST Tuesday 25 December 2018
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“We only know of one duty, and that is to love.”
1913 – 1960