White Christmas, Dissolved

in memory of Miriam White (1920-2014)

a half foot of snow from the 23rd
lies melting in Christmas Eve rain

so too lie tomorrow’s traditions
dissolved by a matriarch’s ash


My Christmas Giggle

So the rules were: 1) Don’t open your stocking until 5:00 a.m. or later and 2) Don’t open presents until we (mom & dad) get up naturally (i.e. don’t wake us up on purpose).

The results? Ian woke up at 1:00 a.m. and opened his stocking, then tried (and failed) to go back to sleep. Megan woke up at 5:00 a.m. thanks to a Christmas Greetings text on my mobile (which I had left in my office with the ringer left on–oops!) and decided it was worth it when she got Chuck Norris in her stocking. Thanks to Megan’s will power, they held off microwaving their oatmeal until their stomachs could wait no longer. They also obeyed about presents, though boredom generated the video below:

Merry Christmas, everyone. Hope you got as much rest as the grown ups in this house did:-)