“Oh, Christmas isn’t just a day, it’s a frame of mind.”

This is a later morning than the last few. My mother would have said I must have been tired and needed the sleep. The dogs, Nala in particular, woke me up. She was crying at me. I dragged myself out of bed with thoughts of coffee and quiet dogs. I’m on my second cup and Nala is outside in the yard with Henry. He came in the dog door this morning, but I had to let him in later. Small steps, Henry. Small steps.

Today is another dreary, dark day, but not a rainy day. It is only 34˚, winter weather. I do have a box to mail, but I think it will not be today. I have around the house stuff to do. I have already given the kitchen floor a quick wash before the deep wash. It wasn’t mud on the floor this morning. Yuck!

On the last day of school before Christmas we usually had a party. Each of us had to bring something to share like cookies or chips or even a cake, and the goodie table was filled, mouth-droppingly filled. The nuns were believers in order through lines, endless lines, so it was the same for the party. We went up to the goodie table, aka the nun’s desk, one row at a time and put goodies on our plates then went back to our seats. We could talk and even more around the room so it really was a party.

My mother teased us about our presents. She was quite good at telling us nothing and driving us crazy. She teased us even when we were adults. She’d shake presents and give useless hints. One year I helped her wrap. She’d hand me a box. I’d wrap it then tag it. She’d give me the name. A few times it was mine. She thought that was pretty funny.

When I was a kid, this was the week of expectations. The closer we got to Christmas Eve the more excited we all were. I had made a list for Santa and circled the toys I wanted in the Sears catalog so I figured I was covered, but I only had guesses. I knew they’d be a new board game and some books, every year presents, but that was it. I didn’t even count the new pajamas and slippers we’d open Christmas Eve, just means to the end, to looking good for morning pictures.

I never noticed clouds the week before Christmas.

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2 Comments on ““Oh, Christmas isn’t just a day, it’s a frame of mind.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Chilly today with mixed sun and clouds and a predicted high of 53°. Again this year we will not have a white Christmas. The high predicted for Friday is 80° and a cool 79° for Christmas Day. Kids here will have fun outside with their new bicycles and toys. No one here ever gets a sled for Christmas. 🙂 “Daddy what’s a sled?”

    We’re going to have to think of something to do on Christmas Day. Movies are off limits due to the possibility of unmasked crowds. That leaves that old Jewish tradition, Chinese Food. Christian missionaries have done too good of a job and many Chinese restaurants are now closed on Christmas Day. 🙂 Maybe we will stay home and watch 24 hrs of my favorite Christmas movie, “A Christmas Story” on TV. 🙂 Maybe just a couple of times. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      Tonight it’s only 32˚. I was out for dinner and the car was just so cold when I got back inside to go home. It will be cold the rest of the week. We haven’t had any snow this winter, and I don’t remember the last time we had a white Christmas.

      We have Chinese food on New Year’s Eve. I haven’t ever been out to eat on Christmas. We all used to go to my parents’ house for dinner and presents. Now we’re scattered but do talk on the big day.


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