A much better day. The stupid stuff of yesterday is forgiven and forgotten.
We begin our day with a tender visit to Dad in the nursing home. Alzheimer's is a thief; a stealer of time, memories, connection. But love is impervious. We feed him his favorite; chocolate. Somewhere, we hope, he is deep inside; remembering.
Back home again, we sit around the living room on this sunny New England Christmas Eve; our family and Mom, Chris, Matt and Lori and their baby, and Liz and Nick. We enjoy appetizers and drinks and laugh over a silly board game. Then we move into the dining room to completely satiate ourselves over lasagna, ham, and the works.
Later, we exchange gifts and watch, "A Christmas Story." It is comfortable and warm and entirely relaxing. Litle Squirt makes sure there is cake set out for Santa, along with carrots for the reindeer. Then the kids head off to bed, with "visions of sugarplums."
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Don't stay up so late that Santa skips your house - my daughter admonished us a little while ago and seemed like good advice! Merry Christmas!
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