We are easing back into routine over here: wrapping up against frigid temps; shoveling snow; making lots of soup (and huevos); drinking tea and answering email. It felt so good to hit pause on the responsibilities of work and church for a while, but now we’re back to it, albeit not quite at full throttle yet.
I am – I think – recovered from our annual 10-day holiday odyssey across Texas, and I’ve been thinking about the gifts it brought: not only the wrapped presents under various trees and the time with our families and friends, but a few surprises that sneaked in under the radar, and reminded me that this is a season of joy, love and – yes – magic.
In no particular order, here are the unexpected gifts I savored this Christmas season:
- A dozen homemade gingersnaps, hand-delivered by J’s sweet Aunt Joy when we met her for lunch.
- Singing O Holy Night at Christmas Eve service. It’s ambitious for congregational singing, but the new music minister at my parents’ church urged us to attempt it, “with gusto!” So we did.
- Three blue-sky morning runs through my parents’ neighborhood, past houses decked with Christmas decor, with the Jennys in my ears.
- Running into a longtime friend at a new-to-us pizza place in Abilene, and discovering later that she’d paid for our lunch.
- My nephews, snuggled up on either side of me and listening with (mostly) rapt attention as I read the Christmas story aloud.
- Laughing with my brother-in-law on Christmas Day about homemade sourdough pretzels and the dough that wouldn’t rise. (They were still delicious!)
- Cuddling with my sister on the couch that night as everyone traded stories and sipped wine.
- Playing baseball in the driveway with my dad, my husband and my older nephew, Ryder.
- A couple of sunsets so stunning that we all piled out of my sister’s living room and onto her front porch to gaze at them.
- Waking up with Do You Hear What I Hear? in my head the week before Christmas. We sang it every year when I was in youth choir, and it made me think of George.
- The moment when my niece’s hair ties ended up in one of my (bald!) dad’s Christmas presents – my husband exclaimed, “That’s where those went!” and everyone burst out laughing.
- Half an hour to myself in front of the Christmas tree one night, journaling and reading The Dark is Rising.
- Coconut eggnog pie, with Blue Bell vanilla ice cream, as the denouement to a dinner with dear friends.
- Picking up a novel I loved at the DFW airport bookstore.
- Cracking up with J’s high school choir friends as we sang Christmas carols: “Johnny wants a pair of skates, Susie wants a shed…”
- A wee girl named Genevieve Noelle, born to some of my best friends on Dec. 26. (We knew she was coming, of course, but we didn’t quite know when.)
- The sentiment handwritten in my Aunt Cathy’s Christmas card: “And seriously, peace on earth.” (Hear, hear.)
- Running straight into a few friends from high school at Christmas Eve service. I’ve been gone from my hometown a while, but it’s still and always where I’m from.
- Singing hymns in the hallways of a hospice unit one night, with old friends.
- A hilarious game of Scrabble with my in-laws.
- The glass heirloom fruit bowls my Neno gave me.
There were plenty of gifts I was expecting this year: so much food and laughter at my parents’ house, time with beloved friends in Abilene, chips and salsa whenever we could squeeze them in. Those gifts were sweet and nourishing, and they filled me up. But these surprises have a magic all their own.
I hope your holidays included a few unexpected gifts, too.
Such lovely thoughts and sounds like the perfect Holiday with friends and family.
Thank you.
Aw, it sounds like it was all pretty wonderful. 🙂 I’m glad.
Thanks. It was a good trip.
What a lovely post! It sounds like your Christmas was sweet and magical indeed. I’m so glad!
Lots of sweetness. Thanks, friend!
❤️