My mom developed our number one holiday tradition several years ago. Known as the "Firecracker Dinner," we all pop open British firecrackers that contain fun little prizes and paper crowns. We must wear the crowns throughout the delicious meal we eat and also photograph ourselves wearing the ridiculous paper crowns. Last night was our Firecracker Dinner 2006, and while the food was good and the crowns were golden, my dad's recent surgery made him unable to participate in the festivities. And so, there was a little sadness in the air. But, hopefully he is feeling better today.
Earlier yesterday, my sister and Dave, her husband, who are in from Portland, Oregon took a great walk out on our farm. The dogs were delighted that the folks who had come for a visit enjoyed walking almost as much as they did.
Today, Ancho and I are home observing Christmas Eve quietly, at home, with no traffic jams, no pushy and rude people, and no stress. We are going to cook red beans and rice and putz around the house all day. I will probably work on the dissertation a bit while Ancho already seems entranced by a video game called "civilization."
I have heard that from time to time my husband's grandfather, Dan, reads this blog, and if this is the case... Merry Christmas to all up in Long Island! And Happy New Year!