Merry Christmas Eve

How did it get to be Christmas Eve already? Good gracious. We have, I am pleased to announce, finished putting up the Christmas tree—about an hour ago. Now we are both nestled into our respective corners in the living room with our laptops and a bit of eggnog. Is that a 21st century picture or what?! We have not wrapped presents yet, though. We’ll get there, eventually.

Today was a rather serene day, all things considered. The lad and Becca went shopping around noon, leaving me to my own devices for a few hours. I knew I was going to do it. Went shopping for last minute stocking stuffers. Every year I am hit with last minute doubts that there is enough for the lad’s stocking. I was right, actually. When I surveyed the contents, they were pretty thin pickings. I’m happy to say that the situation is now corrected. And when I came home, there was a present waiting for me on the front porch. Whoo!

My floor sweeper arrived! In an itty bitty box, the dimensions of which were an astonishing 10 5/8” x 8 5/8” x 3”. The packaging was minimal with NO plastic. All the directions for putting it together and care and maintenance were printed on the diminutive box. I was impressed.

It took me all of two minutes to put it together and then we both set out to do the floor sweeper waltz, What a great little tool. It works every bit as well as advertised. I must have the cleanest carpet in town now. It even scraped enough cat hair off the carpet to make a new cat. And that’s after having vacuumed with the electric vacuum cleaner yesterday. I didn’t even know there was cat hair on the carpet. Well, there isn’t any now, anyway. And it knicked up every last wood crumb, too. I was disappointed when I ran out of floors. I was having rather too much fun cleaning them.

This evening the lad and I discussed food and decided to forgo a Christmas Eve dinner. Instead we broke every possible food rule and consumed ridiculous amounts of frozen boxed finger foods while we decorated the tree. That was fun and I don’t even feel guilty. (Well, maybe just a little, but not too much.)

And now...we’re just chillin’...listening to some Christmas music, basking in wood stove warmth, and glancing at the pretty tree from time to time. It is just so sweet having the lad home. This is perfect contentment.

I hope all of you who celebrate Christmas have also had a warm and wonderful Christmas Eve.

Merry Christmas!