Through the years, I fussed big time over our noche buena (Christmas eve dinner). I documented details of the décor, turkey roasting process, table arragements, gifts, etc.
Not this year. I had insomnia the previous night (my worst ever). That kept me woozy in church—from the worship service to the fellowship with brethren and finally our Christmas lunch.
Back at home, I had a fever and felt queasy. Son #3 and Teresa did the turkey as they did last year, son #1 wrapped gifts, and I glued myself to either the bed or my keyboard.
Noche buena finally!
Both energy and desire to spruce up the dining table, dress up and put on my traditional wig deserted me. Even the photo op was taken over by son #1.
Here they are:
I cropped the turkey shots from two of the photos to show great appreciation for the handiwork of the chef. The bird was roasted to perfection, and the taste was sublime.
Our photos are few and do not record the details, the way I would have wanted it. But they are more than enough. After all, Christmas IS—when Grace came down to take our place--even without the trimmings that keep us spinning to exhaustion. 
No comments:
Post a Comment