Last week, for a few days, there was a tiny lull in my university assignment and project schedule, so Roland and I hosted a Christmas party. It was a bit of that and a house-warming party, since we hadn’t had one yet even though we moved in over ten months ago. We spent the whole day preparing for it: cleaning, chopping and cooking. The best part of the preparations for me was sitting on my kitchen floor, garden sheers in hand, cutting fir boughs into smaller pieces to make centerpieces for the house. The day before we’d bought our tree, and I’d suffered minor trauma seeing so many boughs cut from the bottom to make room for it in the tree stand. I decided that there must me a way to use them rather than toss them. Somewhere in the night, I came up with the centerpiece idea. As I sat on that floor, cutting those boughs and creating something with them, it struck me how very different this Christmas is from the last one. It’s a lifetime ago instead of just a year.
The party that evening, and into the wee hours of the morning, was delightful. We enjoyed visiting with our friends and sharing our home with them. We enjoying their laughter and their stories, and were so grateful for the opportunity to spend some time at Christmas with people who have been absent from our holidays for so long. What a great evening!