Thanksgiving was delightful. We spent the day at the Byron Williamsons eating, watching the Cowboys, and enjoying the children (large and small). Our lives are so entwined with the
Williamsons here, in Abilene and at ACU that they are like other special friends in our lives--there in thick and thin, joy and sorrow.
Now comes the unpacking of Christmas--why does it take so long? Answer: I have too much stuff to put on the tree and to put out in the house, yet I love it all: the ornaments, old and new, shiny, and lusterless, and those that have a story; I love the mantle things that go in the same place each year--the Santas that Pat Phillips gave me along with the glass deer that the Lorenzes and we gifted each other; the Santa's workshop display that the Austin Faculty gave Sam; the singing animations that sit on the coffee table every year which are played over and over by the grandchildren.
I love the angels, the bears and the mice that sit in the kitchen window--cheap little sets that Sam bought from a school catalog, but which have held up really well. Then there is the Fisher Price manger scene on the tea table in the bedroom arranged and rearranged each time the kids come. Plus, I have to get out my collection of "The Night Before Christmas " books to put in the basket by the fireplace. And on and on...