One box of ornaments remained hidden in an attic recess that was probably as dimly lit as the top of this year’s Christmas tree. And the kids covered the landscaping with enough lighting to blow a fuse and blackout the master suite as I was racing to get ready for an appointment last week. One of the automatic garage doors broke on Christmas Eve, but a neighbor fixed it when he came looking for baking potatoes on Christmas Day (fortunately I had already broken and replaced the kitchen garbage disposal just before Thanksgiving). And we again had the opportunity to Christmas carol with Grandma at her care center.
It was a particularly wonderful Christmas.
Grandma had been primped and primed by one of the terrific staff people at Highbanks Care Center when we arrived. We rolled room to room as usual, finishing with a group sing in one of the main gathering rooms.
The kids took turn handing out candy and choosing our songs. My nephew Michael improvised on his trumpet.
This year we met the Chorgans who will celebrate their 63rd wedding anniversary in February. Mr. Chorgan’s rich bass voice provided harmony that enhanced more than mere music. We also met two daughters praying a Christmas miracle for their mother. Joy and pain. Hugs. Prayers. Hope.
It was a wonderful Christmas.
Hope yours was too!
Sounds like a great Christmas. I bet they appreciate you at the care center. It could be a lonely time for many of them.
And the celebration continues. Happy new Year.
Heather ~ Who doesn’t LOVE a particularly wonderful Christmas? Happy New Year to you too! ~ jb///
Suzanne, Rainfield and (non)LAZY: Best wishes to all of you! I’m slowly getting back up to speed here after enjoying a slower pace with my family for the past week or so. Happy New Year!