“Expectancy is the atmosphere for miracles.”

Merry Christmas! I hope for all of you the most wonderful day, a most memorable day filled with the joys of Christmas. Let the festivities begin.

All the Christmas lights are lit. I even lit the red pepper lights and the clam lights in the kitchen. The house is merry. I will open presents and drink some egg nog, a perfect way to spend the morning. I’ll play Christmas carols all day. I’m wearing my Christmas flannel pants, the height of coziness in the spirit of the day. My slippers keep my feet warm. I have Christmas cookies, a gift from my friend and neighbor. The coffee is fresh, strong and hot. It is a perfect Christmas morning, and I haven’t even opened my gifts yet. Amazing!

Today is freezing again. We have snow flurries. We had some yesterday, and they stayed on the grass. My walk is clear, the snow blown by the wind. The temperature is 20°, and, with the wind, feels like 9°. I have nowhere I want to be, except home.

I remember the first look through the banister at the tree surrounded by presents on Christmas morning. The view was jaw dropping. I was awed. In the front were always the games. I remember the year Sorry had the front spot. My Ginny and her new furniture had a bit of the spotlight one year. I remember first seeing her pink bed. My bike towered over everything. I didn’t care if I had another present under the tree. I had already gotten the best present.

When we were older, and in a different house from our childhood, the presents were in piles about the living room in the same spots every Christmas. All the presents in the four piles were wrapped. That made for some shaking and some guessing before opening the gifts. My father would always get a trash bag for the discarded wrappings. He would hold it in front of us so we could collect the piles of paper and put them in the bag. My dad and his trash bag is a memory from the back of the memory drawer which I only open once a year, at Christmas. The trash bag is a cherished memory, not the usual Christmas memory, but cherished because it has my Dad.

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6 Comments on ““Expectancy is the atmosphere for miracles.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    Kat, I wish you and the KTCC family a wonderful celebration. Wherever you are may your God go with you

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,

      I hope you and your family have had the best Christmas filled with love and joy. Merry Christmas!

  2. Birgit Says:

    Merry Christmas!
    It’s rainy and quiet here, the first of two public holidays, traditional days to meet the family or to just recover from Christmas Eve.

    • katry Says:

      Merry Christmas to you!

      It has been quiet here too because of the weather. The cold just hung around, but the snow flurries stopped. The ground, lawns and such, have a bit of snow. It is a white Christmas.

  3. lilydark Says:

    A very merry Christmas to you. The cat is snoring, and while I miss my T.V. ( which “Santa” promised to deliver soon) all is well, all is bright. My favorite thing about Christmas is that since I don’t celebrate it is a restful holiday for me–as far as contacting agencies who ought to have responded to me.
    I do remember Sorry– I can’t see if I still have mine.
    I think someone should do a parody Sorry game.
    Lori and Ms. Cookie

  4. katry Says:

    Thank you the Christmas greeting. Yesterday was quiet. It was a good day. I hung around the house, opened presents and had a wonderful Christmas dinner.

    I hope Santa has delivered your TV. I enjoyed all the Christmas shows. I lost count of the number of movie versions of A Christmas Carol I saw.

    Sorry is so much fun it doesn’t need a parody. We play it as adults, and the language gets quite descriptive.

    Happy day,
    Kat and the kids

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