I love Christmas for many reasons, one of which is that it is a chance for those of us who HATE change to force everyone to join us. We insist on doing things exactly as they have always been done and drape our stubbornness in the honorable cloak of tradition. Christmas is not the time for innovation, and this Christmas was no exception. The whole family submitted their traditional Christmas lists about a month ago (Dad wants a plane, mom just wants everyone to be together, and very specific kitchen ware for which she attaches coupons, Lyman wants strange items and unheard of books, Zach wants stylish old man academic clothes), and then we generally get people nothing from their list. It is more of a creative way of delivering a yearly update. On Christmas Eve we eat the same things at the same party with the same group of dear friends. We stay up late singing through the same green carol books, trudging our way through all 5 verses of “Good King Wenceslaus,” (because it is a story, and stopping early is just disappointing), multiple singings of “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem”, and we end the evening with the lighting of the final long awaited candle on the advent wreath and singing “Silent Night.” And I wouldn’t really want it to change, because the miracle of Christ’s birth requires no embellishing or renovation to render it more special.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramHomeownership (ok and the competitive DC housing market that led us to skip a full inspection), has had many... surprises. Like years of flood damage in the basement, the skylights that were never sealed, the kitchen pipes that were not threaded, the complete lack of water pressure in the shower, the apparent absence of studs in any walls (how?), and the shower door that was hung backwards- to name a few. But there have also been other surprises. The light that fills our home at every moment of the day. The different blooms in the yard that show up unexpected. The tv, patio furniture, lawn tools, 12 cans of orange juice concentrate that the former owners left. The neighbors that have been a welcoming. The way a place can become home so quickly and deeply and happily and expensively and surprisingly.This fall sight on my doorstep is the most beautiful thing. I find reasons to walk outside and analyze my mums multiple times each day, constantly moving pumpkins and turning squirrel bite marks to the back. The kids have picked up on it, and Henry heads outside “just go see if the mums look pretty” and Etta is always pulling off blooms to bring to me. We all love climbing through flowers to come home. Really wanting November to go as slowly as possible.