As I sit here, sipping my morning coffee, I just really want each and every moment of Christmas vacation to happily sink in! I used to envision all kinds of perfect, glossy-magazine-style images for what a perfect Christmas morning would be like ... inevitably I'd be disappointed! I guess it comes with age ... but I don't feel like that anymore. I have no more glossy images in my head. Just being together with my family (dog included) ... no matter how imperfect we all might be or how imperfect the setting might be ... well, that's what makes it perfect in its own way! Ah. The warm silence of knowing all my kids (as old as they are!) are upstairs ... sleeping in ... semester grades posted and everybody did well, thank God. Home for the holidays ... my silly, old arthritic beardie girl, sleeping peacefully on her big, patchwork bed in the corner over there ... the clock ticking methodically on the wall ... *big sigh!
In a few minutes, I'll put the oil on to heat for the long-promised churros. I don't have any thick chocolate to make this morning. I forgot to order more! Oh well. It's the churros everybody loves, anyhow. Hot and crispy on the outside, soft insides ... covered in sifted powdered sugar, like so much snow on a cold morning ... only they warm you instead!
Well, I better go for now.