Sunday morning is back. I peered at her from the door. "You're too cold for me Miss Sunday. I'm not coming out." She smiled at me from the darkness of the yard, but I noticed she was wearing her coat. "I" went out but she had already left her damage on the kitchen floor. Which I stepped in with my new house shoes. She's really very good on going out to do her personal business. But sometime in the night I guess she decided she couldn't wait till four. Or maybe she thought it was just too cold outside to do that sort of thing. So in the early morning hours I was down on my knees cleaning. Ugg!
As I sit here at the computer wrestling with words. I sip my coffee with my "International Coffee Creamer." If you drink cream in your coffee and haven't tried it, you should. It is wonderful. Compliments of my dear heart daughter. But as I sip my liquid ambrosia I look around the house. Christmas is over. Remnants remain, some presents I received sit under the tree. Waiting to be put away. The torn paper in the trash. All dishes washed and order restored once more in the kitchen. The tree remains. Tall and majestic in the living room.
I swear if my house was bigger I would leave that tree up all year long. It has been such a source of pleasure. I know for sure the family would be placing a call to "Shady Tree Rest Home," if I did. My children would make the call. "Our Mother has complete dementia" they would say. Its July and the Christmas Tree is still up. I really see nothing wrong in having it up all year. If only I had a little more room. If only.
Yesterday, Christmas Day will linger in my memory for a long time to come. Each group coming in, voices, laughter, smiles. Its what a family is made of.. Love. It was havoc, it was fun. Banter, everyone hollered at Jeremy for eating three deviled eggs. I had none. Little Brandi feeling bad for not making more. Jeremy saying grace. Will's girl showing me their painted fingernails. Even my niece Rhonda came. I'm sure they never even suspected the joy that each one brought. Placing a smile inside my heart.
My little glass teapot that Brandi bought me,sits on the coffee table. My new purse in the bedroom. Remnants of Christmas. My memories lay vivid in my thoughts. If I had the money I would cook a big meal everyday just so the ones that had the time could drop by for a smile and a bite. I would love to have them all, every last one every day. Andrew with the shy smile Orion with his. Bradley always happy. Brett his quiet way. My beloved Ryan. Angel and Kiefer. Victoria, Amber. The list goes. "Remember me," I want to call to them as they troop out the door. Someday when I am gone, Please remember Granny."
My words have been scattered yet another morning. Transposing thoughts into words has not been easy today. But here they lay, strewn across the paper. Just like the wrapping paper was Christmas eve. Christmas 2010 is over. But it sits in my mind, smiling at me broadly. "Don't leave Christmas," I want to cry. But time marches on they say and its left its mark on my heart. Forever smiling brightly.
I have tossed my words into the cold wind. I pull my scarf up tighter on my neck. I am cold. Heading for home I shiver a little from the chill. Wondering what awaits us in the New Year that sits just up the road. I surely hope its good stuff. I think I see the lights of home. Blogland I'm outta here.
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