Every parent longs to give their children a memorable Christmas: reindeer food that magically disappears sometime in the night; Christmas cookies for the Man in Red that are no more when the morning comes; and an early afternoon visit from our city’s Fire and Police Departments.
Ah, yes . . . what is Christmas Day without a half-dozen substantial men with equally substantial equipment traipsing through your house looking for a possible fire?
Christmas Eve as we sat around in our diningroom, which houses our Christmas tree, exchanging gifts with Uncle Mike, we noticed our overhead light repeatedly dimming. It was at the time only a minor cause for concern as we live in house–built almost 11o years ago–that is known for its idiosyncrasies to say the least. Plus, we had had wine.
On Christmas morning, after feasting on pumpkin muffins and “simply having a wonderful Christmas time,” we prepared to get ready to go to Grandma and Grandpa’s. I was upstairs putting the finishing touches on my uncomplicated ablutions when Don called up to me saying he smelled smoke above the light fixture in the diningroom.
I rushed downstairs and smelled it, too. A call to “911” and the fire fighters were here within moments.
False alarm–and we can all exhale . . . that is until we get the bill from the electrician who will now have to come in and figure out what the heck happened.
In the meantime, we got to Grandma and Grandpa’s . . . and under the tree were these costumes waiting for the boys (along with a conductor’s and doctor’s costume). But since we weren’t visited by a conductor and/or a doctor, this photo seemed most appropriate.
Though we often wish for ourselves and others a holiday filled with pleasant surprises, I think we’ve reached our quota for this Christmas.
So despite Oscar and Edgar’s rapture at watching our Fire and Police Departments move through our house, here’s wishing a New Year filled with pleasant happenings. Let’s leave the “surprises” in 2008!