Out our window, a week ago at sunset.
At the same time, across town, K. saw a double rainbow.
It was a very nice Christmas day. One of our (my) traditions, is that I go into the living room first, and take a photo of Blue and Moon as they come into the room and see the tree with the filled stockings and gifts below. Not to be undone by distance, with Blue zooming on the computer, Moon carried Blue on screen in, and I got my photo. For the next hour, he "sat" next to the tree and we opened gifts, made jokes, and took a group selfie with one of us holding the computer facing the camera. Technology was the very best gift this year.
These are the Wise Guys, my favorite childhood ornaments (except for the beautiful glittery glass balls that my brother has). If you look closely, there is a single silvery strand draped above and over the top right guy. I took it off of Mom's tree one year. She called it "rain" and our childhood trees were dripping with it.
You see what I mean. My brother and me, 1967.
K. was quite concerned when he first saw my family's tree style. Lucky for him, this single strand of tinsel is enough for me.
Mom doesn't do a tree anymore, and passed the angel topper on to me. I remember shopping for it with Mom and Aunt J. Mom pointed it out on the top shelf, Aunt J., being taller, reached for it and I held it in front of me as I sat in the shopping cart, asking if I thought it was pretty? I did. Mom doesn't believe I remember this, because I was only two, but I do.
This is Christmas Night, after the photo above. I'm four. I remember what led to this, too.
I had brought my new doll, dollhouse and their boxes into my bedroom. Crawling into bed with the new doll and the old one (so that she wouldn't feel replaced), I looked at the dollhouse on the floor... (Here's where I'm going to tell you one of the strange things about me... I have always personified things. I don't know what this means or says about me, but there it is.) So, on that night, looking at the dollhouse on the floor, I worried that I was hurting its feelings by not bringing it to bed with me, too. So, I got up and brought it into the bed, and then returned for the boxes, because how sad for them to be empty and alone on the floor...
