It's That Wonderful Time of the Year

Hard to imagine, isn't it?   Here we are on the eve before the eve.  The missing keys have been...in my son's pocket.  My set of keys has the same key chain as his, and since I'd left mine on the kitchen table rather than the rack where I usually keep them, he'd thought they were his.  Whew!!!  At least I hadn't thrown them away.  This morning I bought my eacy of my sons  a gift card.  I've always loved wrapping gifts and seeing the surprised look on their faces when they open them, but this year with the move and finances so low, there is just no time for it. 

Tomorrow morning I'll be heading on out to the supermarket.  Still trying to figure out which one to go to.  It just happens to be a cooking weekend for me, not that I am going to spend all day Christmas Eve cooking.  That I'll put off for another day.  But I will be busy putting together our usual cold cut tray, chips and dip, and whatever other little goodies I find today that my family might enjoy.  Heck, I'm even thinking of baking a few cookies. I'm so looking forward to this, my first Christmas in my new home....some soft Christmas music, candles, good food, and my family.  Who can ask for anything more? 

Again at Christmas did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
The silent snow possess'd the earth,
And calmly fell our Christmas-eve:

The yule-log sparkled keen with frost,
No wing of wind the region swept,
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

As in the winters left behind,
Again our ancient games had place,
The mimic picture's breathing grace,
And dance and song and hoodman-blind.

Who show'd a token of distress?
No single tear, no mark of pain:
O sorrow, then can sorrow wane?
O grief, can grief be changed to less?

O last regret, regret can die!
No--mixt with all this mystic frame,
Her deep relations are the same,
But with long use her tears are dry.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

 Wishing you all the happiest of holidays.  Merry Christmas.  Happy Yule.