As I sit here this morning and watch the sun peeking over the horizon, I can here the distant voices of excited children next door as they discovered their Christmas gifts.
It is highly unusual that I hear anyone else up and about at this time of day, as our landlord is a widow who lives by herself and works as a paramedic. She keeps odd hours and is sometimes gone for weeks at a time, as she takes frequent trips to Toronto to visit her children and grandchildren.
But this Christmas, it was her turn to have the family stay. And her large house has been filled with people and children and excitement for the past several days. The faint squeals of delight remind me of those many mornings when my own children were small and brought back those delightful times. It makes me smile.
All is quiet here. The three cats are slumbering nearby with the soft glow of our own little tree the only light. The sun is beginning to illuminate the sky now and there was yet another light dusting of snow on the ground, making it a perfect morning.
We had a wonderful day yesterday. I spent my time wrapping and doing some last minute preparation of what turned out to be unneeded snacks, as there was more than enough good food to feed an army. My dear childhood friend called and it was a wonderful gift to hear her voice and catch up with her busy life. Sometimes the best gifts are the simplest. Our neighbor Lee (our friend who lives next door with the cats) stopped by seeking some last minute help wrapping a gift he had for his dad, and I was happy to do it for him, as I was just putting things away after finishing my own.
We headed out to Kieth’s parents near supper time. It was already dark and the countless lights and displays were beautiful against the light blanket of fresh snow. When driving along the river, it reminded me of a post card from Currier and Ives. Quiet. Peaceful. Beautiful.
We arrived and unloaded our things, and Keith’s mom checked in the oven to see how the Rappie Pie was doing. It was a magnificent monster, and took up the entire oven:
I was happy that Keith’s mom allowed me to take a couple of pictures. I wanted to show you all how incredible this meal was. I never have many pictures when we go to Ellen and Bernie’s because Ellen runs from the camera, so for the most part, they are blurry streaks. But yesterday Keith’s mom posed with her masterpiece. I was happy because you can get an idea of the size of it. It was as big as she is! :)
One of my goals this year is to have her teach me how to make this wonderful dish. It consists of grated potato, salted onion and chicken. This time she added a bit of pork for flavor and I thought it was the best one I ever tasted.
We all lined up and got our serving. It is such a treat!
I even agreed to a picture of myself with Keith’s sister in law, Jacqueline. She and Keith’s brother Mark just got married this past August and they were in town from Halifax for the holidays:
We had a beautiful dinner. Everything was perfect from the table:
to the tree:
We spent the evening exchanging gifts and visiting and enjoying each others’ company. We didn’t get home until nearly 1am, and we are going back today for turkey dinner!
It is such a great time to be thankful for so many things. Today I will talk to my son and daughter and visit with them. I miss them both and hopefully one day soon we can be together again. Until then we have skype and the phone and computer.
It is a good time in my life. There are so many good people that I have as family and friends to share with. I have enjoyed all the notes and letters and beautiful thoughts from all my customers and friends, too. There is so much to be grateful for.
And I truly appreciate my partner Keith. I say it all the time but a day doesn’t go by when I am not grateful that he is part of my life. I could have never asked for a better sweetheart and friend.
Merry Christmas to you all!
-- Designer/Artist/Teacher. Owner of Sheila Landry Designs (http://www.sheilalandrydesigns.com) Scroll saw, wood working and painting patterns and surfaces. "Knowledge is Power"