Christmas day approached and so did Rosalind to the manger. Would the baby Jesus be safe? One year Natasha ran off with one of the sheep!
Whew! All is safe in Bethlehem, until Natasha decided that the fake snow on the roof looked delicious. This leads me to an important question: what’s with all this snow on manger roofs that we’re always seeing on cards and in manager displays? How much snow do they get in the Mideast? I know: it’s a miracle!
Christmas day, the girls were absolutely delighted with their presents from my friend, Kathy Healey. Both Natasha and Rosalind liked the Jackson Galaxy-approved “base-camp mat.” Natasha was the more taken of the two. And both had fun with the cat-nipped toys also a part of their feline care package.
After human and felines had opened all our presents, the turkey having been cooked, it was off to St. Matthews for the Christmas service. We had a lovely service, with Mother Judith Lee presiding. The 10:00 service was the third of three services held over two days (Christmas Eve included), so there was a small number of people attending. That only made the experience even more homey and congenial than usual. Yang and I both were the lectors! Yang did the two readings and I did the Intercessions. We’re lucky to be part of a church that makes us feel at home and happy.
Back home, we put together a wonderful Christmas dinner to share with each other. I love cooking the Christmas and Thanksgiving meals with Yang. It’s perfect teamwork, sharing the chores of preparation – and we haven’t dropped a turkey on the floor yet (knock on wood!) ! Of course Natasha was impatient to get her share. She pulled that turkey right off Yang’s plate! Little devil!
Here she is getting some turkey in a more acceptable manner – from Yang’s hand. Kathy Healey take note!
I saluted Yang and the girls before we all tucked in! It was a yummy meal, suitably stuffing everyone. And speaking of stuffing, that’s my Mom’s simple but delicious recipe. The squash was my own, with nutmeg, cinnamon, ginger, and cloves, along with walnuts. The meal was followed by a long walk around Millbury, checking out Victorian houses and Christmas decorations.
The end of the day gave us a glorious sunset, which I have to share with you in some spectacular shots.
Two days before Christmas, the temperatures soared to the high forties, almost fifties, in Massachusetts, and the sun came out. So, Yang and I hopped in the car, determined to take advantage of the improved weather to go a-strolling in Boston. We parked in the the South End and headed for Beacon Hill. Along the way, we discovered a new street with some wonderful old buildings.
They weren’t Brownstones but brick and wood. Lovely, at least on the outside, rows of attached buildings. We were particularly taken by the carved heads that adorned the outside walls. Several of the house on the opposite side of the street had a woman’s head over the lintel. Well, not an ACTUAL woman’s head. Only a carved one. These houses, on our side of the street had the carved heads of an Elizabethan, even Shakespearean guy and an eighteenth-century head. Voltaire?
We had a lovely walk through the Beacon Hill section where we enjoyed the beautiful holiday decorations of greenery in the bleak (well, not so bleak today) mid-winter. Yang took a picture of this courtyard, done up nicely. It is also notable because, in the past, it was decorated as a Halloween extravaganza for Beacon Hill’s celebration of that holiday. Dinner was at Tatte, on Charles Street. I love walking down Charles Street in the holidays, with it’s neat shops and cafes, all decorated in greenery and old-fashioned Christmas imagery.
Lastly, as the sun had just set, we crossed the Boston Common to get to the Downtown Crossing and take a subway back to our car. Yang took some wonderful pictures of the skyscrapers and Christmas lights in the trees glowing against the falling night and the fading sun.
So long, after four hours of walking – ouch those knees! It’s home to a heating pad and Bengay for me – but it was well worth it!
So, you’d think these two were little angels: nice without a hint of naughty. Albeit, Rosalind looks a little worried about which of Santa’s lists she’s on.
And of course Rosalind isn’t above diving into the fray to tear apart the pile of presents under the tree.
Popping out of a bag of wrapping paper scraps like the creature in Alien has its appeal for Miss Rosalind as well.
We used to blame Rosie for knocking ornaments off the tree and batting them around, often to be found under the couch, sometime in July. However, one day I came home to find Natasha sitting on the arm of the loveseat next to the tree, smacking down ornaments to her sister on the floor. I was never quite sure if ‘Tasha were doing Rosalind a favor or just setting her up to get blamed for striking down the bauble with which we’d catch her playing. I don’t have any pictures of that, but I do have a couple of Natasha showing me that the mantle piece is not off limits in her book.
Natasha is also quite sly about getting around rules. One cardinal one is that cats are not allowed to walk, rest, or put even a paw on the dining-room table. I’ve been fairly successful at ensuring they obey while I’m in the house. With the clever mind of a lawyer or a student trying to game the syllabus, Tasha found a way to sleep on the table without sleeping on the table.
But at the end of the day, after gifts have been gnawed, paper has been shredded and disemboweled, turkey and gravy has been consumed, both girls collapse together in a moment of holiday quiescence.
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