I have to be honest. It was a little bit of a letdown. It was not as
Moving along to more wholesome holiday fare....Ellie spent the day before Christmas doing this:
Making hats. The hat-making resulted in this photo taken on Christmas Eve:
Jasper is holding a stuffed animal. I can't tell which one it is. Also? I took six pictures and Jasper looked the most normal in this one. Anyway - the stuffed animal is either Tiger-y or Little Green Bear. His newest stuffed animal is called Snakey. Joel commented on his lack of imagination in the naming department....Joel...the former owner of a gerbil named Blackie and a gerbil named Whitey. Anyway, we have two Little Green Bears in our home - one is Jules's - and Jasper (also known as Jules's shadow) named his teddy Little Green Bear, too. Even though he isn't green. Anyway, Ellie made Little Green Bear an awesome yellow Jamaican hat - and Jasper rejected it because it wasn't a beret', which was apparently what Little Green Bear had his heart set on. So I was a little concerned that Jasper (who as you can see, is also not wearing a beret') might likewise reject his Christmas present from his sister - but he didn't. Joel has convinced him that the pom poms (which Joel insists on calling balls) can be used as weapons if the need arises. He briefly lost a ball while doing some kind of martial arts demonstration with his knitted cap - and I will leave the visual imagery of that thrilling display up to your imagination.
Christmas Eve found Jeff serving up our usual South Texas holiday fare of tamales, chili, Mexican rice, and guacamole. I was feeling a bit under the weather (thanks for the cold, Jules!) and appreciated the fact that I have a cooking husband. After all that cooking and eating, the Boy and His Dog took a little ho ho ho laydown during the cleanup. Right there on the floor.
The kids were all set to rip into the gifts - but there was a bit of important business to take care of first. I believe I mentioned before that I got a new tattoo on my birthday (this is a result of a very persistent mid-life crisis that I have also mentioned before). My dad had refused to look at it, saying that he needed fortification first (alcohol). Seeing as how sooner or later I was going to be forced into a short sleeved shirt in his presence, I decided the time had come, and he was thus properly fortified. Then he looked at my arm through squinted eyes, commented on the SIZE OF THE THING (the tattoo, that is, not my arm, which is actually fairly proportional to the rest of me), and said, "Wear it in good health." Even though it is now official that I cannot be buried in an Orthodox Jewish Cemetery. Well, actually, that was official after the first tattoo. But now it is for sure - I couldn't sneak this one past a rabbi. But seeing as how this entire scene of the Revelation of the Tattoo took place in front of a Hanukkah Bush known in some circles as a Freaking Christmas Tree - is this really an issue? Anyway, now that the Old Man has officially seen it, I can share it. So here it is.....
That is my professional tattoo artist, Rick, sticking his tongue out behind me. It was really, really late. He spent a lot of time designing the thing - which was lovely because yeah, I wanted him to. So much time, in fact, that Ellie had time to wander off and do this:
She got her ear pierced. Because really, it is terribly boring to watch someone get a tattoo. I mean, I guess if they're carrying on and getting all hysterical it would be entertaining, but I'm not one to do that. Because I'm Awesome. Rick the Tattoo Artist is Kari's friend from Jr. High - so she went with us. This picture was taken before she became massively bored. Unlike Ellie, Kari's boredom did not result in a piercing. She just got on Facebook.Back to Christmas. I woke up with a fever and a sore throat and the kids woke up to find their stockings (each one made lovingly by their Great Aunt Flo) full of goodies. It was chocolate for breakfast, and four trays of cheese and spinach enchiladas for lunch. I had a lovely day, even though I didn't feel good, just watching everyone play with their new things and enjoy being together. The Christmas music was blaring, the dog was running from the remote control truck Santa brought Jasper, the boys were shooting aliens, Camille was playing with her doll....there were pieces of wrapping paper, puzzles, and matchbox racing cars all over the floor. People brought me Earl Gray tea in a pretty mug and said they hoped I'd feel better soon. I fell asleep listening to Bing Crosby hanging in there, but still being overpowered by Jeff singing to David Bowie while the family played Rock Band. All in all, it couldn't have been any better. I think having a cold and feeling slow gave me the opportunity to sit back and absorb and appreciate the scene, rather than running around and missing so much. Not that I'd want to be sick again next year. Just saying, it wasn't all bad.
I love Christmas. I love the lights, the preparations, the food, and the family. We don't keep Christ in Christmas the way some people do, and maybe that bothers the said some people. I don't know how to feel about that, exactly. I mean, I get their point - it is a religious holiday. So I can see how if you're a devout Christian, you would want to make the holiday about Jesus and you would remind yourself to Keep Christ in Christmas. But as to what other people, those of us who are not religious, want to do in our own homes with our own families to celebrate our childhood/hearth/home traditions.....which for my family includes a tree, gifts, music and food....why would you care? Why would you get angry? Would you like to come sneaking in like the Grinch (a popular Christmas story that has no mention of keeping Christ in Christmas when it extols the virtues and meaning of the spirit of Christmas) and take away my Christmas tree? What does a Christmas tree have to do with Jesus anyway? For that matter, what do lights, gifts, tamales, and overspending at Target have to do with Jesus? Keep Christ in Christmas!! the bumper stickers parked outside of Wal-Mart say. Now I'm assuming that Christians already do this. So the bumper stickers must be directed at the Rest of Us. Those of us who might just be trying to use the holiday (since it is a time that schools/colleges/universities and all government offices and most retail establishments and all banks and office buildings are closed) as an opportunity to spend time with our families cooking and eating, dancing and singing, giving and receiving....sitting around a very lit-up tree that never appeared in Bethlehem...listening to music about a walking/talking snowman...and yes about Jesus, too....passing around babies from young arms to old....and passing down stories...
To those who are upset that we dare to do this - what else would you have us do? And if we tell you Happy Holidays because we might not know you well enough to know what holiday it is you're celebrating this time of year (maybe you're Jewish) - do you choose to be outraged that we didn't say Merry Christmas? I am often confused by the anger that seeps out over things such as this....during the time of year when people are meant to celebrate the hope of an everlasting and joyful peace.
Would you believe that when I set out to blog - I had no intention of mentioning any of this? But I have. So I'll leave off with a few more pictures of us enjoying a holiday that we call Christmas.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from the Sardine Family (which apparently includes at least one current Buddhist) to Yours!!