Over winter vacation, the kids went skating at the town rink with their pal Rebekah. It has been years since I put on skates. The last time was over 10 years ago when Chuck and I lived in NY and we rented skates at Rockefeller Center. I had no idea how I would feel on blades. Like riding a bike, it came back and we all had fun.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
It's in the bag, Christmas that is
Our Christmas day is low key compared to many. As a young child, I remember Christmas morning starting off with the frenzy of opening presents at our own home, treking up to Newburyport for a Perry family Christmas and then driving to Maine for a Wallace family Christmas all in one day. As a kid, what a great time but I would not want to be my parents getting that all accomplished and try to enjoy the holiday. I'll stick with the quieter version. Chuck is grounded home by his type of work and is exhausted and overworked by the time Christmas nears making a low key holiday another necessity. That said, there is always a price. We are unable to travel to California and give our kids that festive celebration shared with cousins and extended family. There is a pang of void shared by both Chuck and I, knowing they are missing out on that. But, we make the best of it and judging from the photos, I think they still have a magical memorable Christmas day. Our west Coast family close the distance with packages and phone calls and the gifts just don't stop, reminding us that we are part of it all dispite the miles. We have learned to embrace our own tradition of a relaxing day with no pressures, a rare gift in itself. The kids can play with the new stuff, I can serve dinner when the spirit moves, and Chuck can gear down from a crazied retail push.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
A Visit To Santa
Our Christmas season gets underway with our visit to Santa followed by a dinner out. The kids have grown too large to sit on Santa's lap but still young enough to show the anticipation of their annual visit to the big man. When they were toddlers, they believed that the trek to the Mall was going to the North Pole. Now, they can tell the difference from the Burlington mall and the North Pole as well as the many Santa imposters and the real Santa. Here's the Real Santa. Aren't we lucky to live so far North that the real Santa comes our way?
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