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Saturday, December 26, 2015

Christmas Past 2015


The day after Christmas, especially when Christmas falls on a Saturday, should most definitely be a day of rest. I awoke this morning feeling tried and out of breath. Yesterday was a busy day, though we really didn’t do anything tiring, it was nonetheless a long, long day.

We chose to do our family gift exchange on Christmas Eve this year, a first, but a good one. The Nancy and I took her dad to an early church service on Christmas Eve. After church we had a wonderful, very filling dinner with the family…especially Lynnley Grace, aka The Muffin. To watch The Nancy’s dad with that baby is heartwarming and stirs the emotions. It was everything a Christmas with family should be, a stunning example of family love.

Yesterday we spent the whole day with The Nancy’s 86-year old dad. We had a late breakfast together and watched him as he opened presents from The Nancy’s sibs. Now here’s a guy of humble beginnings and rose beyond them. He’s led a simple but productive life. In retirement for over 30 years, he has all he needs. He has lived alone since his dear wife passed away in June 2013, and has had a roller coaster ride of health issues, but continues to have a bright outlook on life and living. His children, though none living less than 150 miles away, are in constant contact and rally around him any time it is warranted. Did I mention he’s a good guy? It was a pleasure to spend the day with him.

So here we are, December 26th. A little later, after a birthday breakfast with the oldest grandson, The Nancy and I will head home and crash the rest of the day. Well, at least, I will. Knowing her, we will get home and settled and she will head to her office (in the basement) to “catch up.” It’s just the way she rolls.

So now the hoopla is over. In just another 364 days we will do it all over again. In the meantime, the New Year approaches. 2016 is just around the corner. If it goes as quickly as 2015, I might as well start right now to write about Christmas 2016.

And that is all I have to say about that…