Time goes, you say? Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go.
-Henry Austin Dobson-
Well, here we are...the day 'after' already. Another Christmas has come and gone so swiftly that I was barely able to catch my breath. It was such a wonderful Christmas. There was lots of good food, sharing of memories, and laughter. We all became a bit melancholy when discussing childhood Christmases and those who are forever gone from our lives. We watched "A Christmas Story", and as usual, it stirred up memories of how we celebrated the holiday when I was a little girl. I was a child in the 50's, and oh, how I could relate. Christmas WAS Christmas back then, and it 'never' began until the day after Thanksgiving.
This year there were presents under the tree. Not that presents are what it's all about. Actually, last year when we were only 15 days into our move and money was very tight, we had a great Christmas because we spent it together....but there IS something about a wrapped present under the tree that makes it look like Christmas.
Miss Minga even made out like a champ...something she so well deserves.
She really couldn't wait to open her gifts.
Our feast consisted of a wide variety of cold cuts, cheeses, potato salad, the above pesto salad, chips, dip, pickles, olives, cookies, candy, and cake. I am really pretty proud of myself because I didn't fall back into the Pepsi trap again.
The night ended about 1 am with kisses and hugs and promises to call each other more often. And so, life continues and I find myself back to work. In some ways it seems that Christmas never happened, but I know that is not true. I will always have my memories.
What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock,
the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months,
years, centuries--these are but arbitrary and outward signs,
the measure of Time, not Time itself. Time is the Life of the Soul.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow