It's Christmas Eve day and normally I would be shoveling the snow from the driveway and getting ready for a houseful of family. Things would be whipping and rolling and baking in the kitchen for tonight's smorgasbord of Norwegian treats and my mom would be asking if I want to go pick us up a "Caribou", the Minnesota equivalent of a Starbucks coffee. "My treat!" she always says.
Not this year.
This is my first Christmas ever away from my daughters and my grandsons. My first year of Christmas in a warm climate.
Things change, the last chapter of a loved book always ends. The memories are ours to keep forever, but if we don't open another book and enter it with an open heart, we will always live in the past and never enjoy a new adventure.
So, we are making some new traditions, blended in with the tried and true.
Instead of jule kage (Norwegian Christmas bread with candied fruit) we are having The Writer's family nut bread.
Instead of by reindeer and sleigh, Christmas presents came via the mailman.
Instead of the excitement and exuberance of four little boys, we will have soft
Christmas music and a leisurely pace.
I have The Writer, The Writer has me.
And it will be Christmas
and it will be good!
Fondest Wishes to you and yours
Very Merry Christmas!
(The wooden ornaments pictured were carved by my dad from beach wood)