Strange. Everything this year seems upside-down. Yep, that’s what it is, strange. We’re having a strange Christmas. Never ever had one like this. There are no decorations, no tree (that’s last year’s in the picture), no lights on the bushes outside. Nope, nothing, nada, zilch. Strange…uh-huh.
The house has been sold. We closed on it yesterday, although the new owners have allowed us to still live here until the 30th. That is very unusual and very kind of them to let us stay. Even so, we will still be in a few days’ limbo since we don’t move into our new home until January 3rd. Do you realize how strange (oh, there’s that word again) it feels to suddenly be living in the house you have owned for 23 years and you no longer own it? We’re renters! Well, at least for the next ten days.
The grandkids–all but two–will be here Christmas Eve. Traditionally, we always get each one of them a pair of pajamas. It is the one present they are allowed to open on Christmas Eve. The two elder girls are living in Jacksonville…all grown up and learning what it’s like going to work every day so you can take care of the rent and groceries and maybe have a little left over to buy Christmas decorations. They’ll get their gifts via USPS. And that’s about it…
Rosemarie and I are going to a good friend’s house on Christmas Day. On Christmas every year our friend takes in a collection of non-Christmasers for a night of good food and drink. Some are Jewish, of course, but I suspect there may be a few St. Nick vagabonds whose wayward lifestyle has them mumbling “bah-humbug” this time of year. However, knowing my friend as I do, I am willing to bet that the Christmas Spirit–regardless of how you may link to it–will prevail by night’s end.
Yessiree, they’ll be swiggin’ bottles of ho-ho-ho by early evening. Christmas Spirit can do that to you. It’s non-denominational, non-discriminatory, non-sectarian. It sort of helps ease the non-normal feel of this year’s holiday. Rosemarie and I will be in our house that we do not own anymore. Most everything has been packed away in boxes that are stacked everywhere. Nowhere are there any decorations, nor Christmas tree. And there are no twinkling lights on the bushes outside…strange!