All together under our very own roof, we are preparing for Christmas.
Max made a snowman in school. A clever way to use a sock, and we love the fez.
This school project I got to help with, when I joined Max's class in reverse painting on glass. Looks like a starry and peaceful night. I recall the magic of a snowy Christmas. All the children were so intent and creative painting their holiday plates.
Maria mastered paper chain making, and hung this one with our stockings. Have not figured out how to hang them from the mantle.
I finally tried adding ornaments to the tree, only to discover that it is so parched and crisp the branches fracture and collapse when I touch them. Ah, I remember our 2004 Christmas and the tree we hurled out the door, over the railing and in to the pitch black of Christmas Eve. It was so dry we feared it would spontaneously combust. Fortunately, Maria has been making and adding pretty touches. The tree is loved. Fragrant, dry, lit and loved.
William and Alex are together in the kitchen, deciphering an Alton Brown cookie recipe. They are baking. Brilliant. They are cleaning... brilliant and radiant beams of motherly gratitude.
Geoff wrapped gifts with me. Absolute awe. Proof that even after twenty years, love will surprise you.
Max and Nick are playing together. Christmas is for family.
Maria helps in any way she can. Sitting outside the *workshop* door, she asked 42 questions about our progress. We played her favorite opposite game.
Mommy: Santa wears a bathing suit.
Maria: No. He wears a fluffy-fluffy suit. And it's red. He has a hat.
Mommy: What about the magical rats that pull his sleigh?
Maria: Mommy! Reindeer pull his sleigh. Not rats.
Mommy: Oh. Well, I know Santa smells like french fries.
Maria: Santa smells like joy
I hope your home smells of joy, and that your Christmas is merry.