Christmas-present
It's pretty quiet out there right now, 3:13 AM, Monday, December 24, 2018, here where Inlet Beach becomes Rosemary Beach, Florida. No cars on the highways, neither US98 nor 30A. Dark out, I'll have to step outside to see how, no I don't, it's 56° and mostly cloudy per cellphone weather icon.
A Christmas Eve to remember, to store away in a crevice of the memory, good, it's all good, Life Is Good. Merry Christmas!
Just arriving from Tallahassee, TJCC were unloading their car when we drove up from church yesterday. Joe arrived from Winston Salem about three o'clock. Kris came from PCB soon after four, and someone said, "Everybody's here." Malinda, Kristen, Ray, Britany, Lilly, Joe, Tass, Jeremy, Caroline, Charlotte, Linda, me (Papa, Dad, Carroll, nobody in family calls me Tom). Everybody but Nicholas. Well, everyone still living, add Christmases-past with all your own loved ones in your heart and mind.
Chef Ray had been working more than a day on a seven-rib roast that he trimmed the ribs away and sliced beautifully sometime after about five-thirty and, with his classic cream potatoes, we feasted. Dessert was Linda's bread pudding made with Sister Schubert's sweetrolls, cream, eggnog; scoop of vanilla ice cream if you like. Early to bed. Britany was up I don't know how late, making pecan pies and cheesecake: the temptation to have a bit of each with my early cup of black coffee is why the Lord put the petition in His prayer, "lead us not into temptation," so in order not to stir wrath, I'll refrain from.
It may be that Christmas-yet-to-come will never have better memories to store away than 2018 hurrication at Rosemary Beach.
Church this evening, 4:30 at Holy Nativity. 25 miles each way, take care, it will be dark coming back after church and many drivers will already be merry.
Next year in Jerusalem?
T
A Christmas Eve to remember, to store away in a crevice of the memory, good, it's all good, Life Is Good. Merry Christmas!
Just arriving from Tallahassee, TJCC were unloading their car when we drove up from church yesterday. Joe arrived from Winston Salem about three o'clock. Kris came from PCB soon after four, and someone said, "Everybody's here." Malinda, Kristen, Ray, Britany, Lilly, Joe, Tass, Jeremy, Caroline, Charlotte, Linda, me (Papa, Dad, Carroll, nobody in family calls me Tom). Everybody but Nicholas. Well, everyone still living, add Christmases-past with all your own loved ones in your heart and mind.
Chef Ray had been working more than a day on a seven-rib roast that he trimmed the ribs away and sliced beautifully sometime after about five-thirty and, with his classic cream potatoes, we feasted. Dessert was Linda's bread pudding made with Sister Schubert's sweetrolls, cream, eggnog; scoop of vanilla ice cream if you like. Early to bed. Britany was up I don't know how late, making pecan pies and cheesecake: the temptation to have a bit of each with my early cup of black coffee is why the Lord put the petition in His prayer, "lead us not into temptation," so in order not to stir wrath, I'll refrain from.
It may be that Christmas-yet-to-come will never have better memories to store away than 2018 hurrication at Rosemary Beach.
Church this evening, 4:30 at Holy Nativity. 25 miles each way, take care, it will be dark coming back after church and many drivers will already be merry.
Next year in Jerusalem?
T