It’s Christmas Eve Day, and the last thing I have to do is bake potatoes. It’s a simple activity, one I’ve done many times this year. This time it’s for the twice baked potatoes I’m serving with our filet tomorrow. (If you read the December 17 blog, you know that serving steak was questionable.)
Earl has returned from the supermarket with the news that there is no more eggnog. He bought chocolate milk instead, and we’ll make do. It’s not worth getting upset about.
In a couple hours I’ll visit a neighbor and deliver the gifts Santa left at our home for her. We’ll talk about the jigsaw puzzles we’re working on, what we’re doing for dinner, and maybe a gossipy tidbit or two about other neighbors. Just like we always do.
The weather is mild to the point that the snow we had has melted. I don’t plan to check with the weather people to see if there will be white Christmas. There wasn’t one in Bethlehem over two thousand years ago, so if there isn’t one in 2024, it will be all right.
Earl and I shall go to the early service at his church, which will follow the same format as in past years. There will be songs of the season, a brief sermon, something for the children, and an ending where the lights are turned off and all the congregants hold lit candles for the last song. It’s very sweet.
“All is calm” is one way to approach whatever you are doing tomorrow. For us, it will be a time of reflection and relaxation, and my hope is that they are part of your celebration, regardless of whether you have a house full or are on your own.
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