Christmas Day
Christmas Day, the birth of our Lord and Savior. No one’s life on earth would ever be the same again.
We have so much power over our own life once we are out from the shelter of parent’s love. It is quite humbling and also quite frightening.
Little do many of us remember that that shelter lasts as long as God gives them breath. For myself, my shelter for my children is as large as the biggest umbrella you could find. I am right here for them, just a phone call away any time of the day. Moral support is powerful. I sure had a lot of it from Raymond and Lena. I try to give as good as I got.
Today, as Dennis and I are sharing our Christmas here on Stauffer, alone but not lonely. It gives me contentment that my children and my grandchildren are safe within their homes. What better Christmas present could I have. It warms my heart.
I will add that our home is fragrant with a small beef roast in the oven. I wrapped it in two layers of foil after I had put a rub on it. The foil wrapped beef was put in a fry pan at 300 degree at nine this morning. I am hoping for a steamed tender roast to go with our favorite carrot casserole and cheesy potatoes. Once the winter dictated we would be two rather than eight, I scaled back the size of the dishes I prepared, but maintained the original menu. Sweet.
I did my family responsibility and called my brother in Iowa. Nothing newsworthy came forth. I struggle to understand his lack of family feelings. I have chosen to accept rather than expect.
Looking outside, the snow is lightly falling. We have reached nine above zero. Not bad.
Each time Dennis goes out to the patio porch he takes another swipe at some of the hard packed snow that found its way right by our back door. The deer appreciated the offering of the corn as evident of all the tracks around the patio porch. A bit of corn for each one offers good body heat for them.