Remembering Christmas.

Good evening and Merry Christmas to all my favorite readers!  And that means all of you!  Muffin and I had a great day, she was extra playful today which was nice.  She got some new toys for Christmas which she absolutely loved chasing all over the place.  She even managed to lose one.  Where?  I have no idea.  I wasn’t in the living room at the time.  Now, this apartment is not big.  But Muffin still manages to lose her toys now and then which are impossible to find.  I have searched.  Very thoroughly.  Nothing.  But a couple days later she is playing with that ‘lost’ toy.  How did she find it?  How did she get at it?  Sigh.

Bohemian waxwing 1
This Bohemian waxwing stopped in for about an hour on Sunday which was a very nice treat. They are only in this area during the winter.

While Muffin slept I cleaned.  The top of my kitchen cupboards.  Definitely needed it.  Due to health reasons I must admit that I don’t get up there to clean often.  I’m not exactly tall.  So I must get on a chair, then stand up on the counter so I can see what I’m doing.  Not exactly a good idea for me.  I tend to fall easily.  Getting up onto the counter wasn’t so hard to do.  Easier than I thought.  Getting down was the hard part.  At least, getting down normally.  There is a quick way down.  But it’s not really recommended.  Believe me.  It’s not fun.  I don’t think wearing socks on that slippery counter was really the best thing to do.  Or smartest.  But then, I don’t claim to be smart.  I had stuff on top of the cupboards.  That had to come down and get cleaned as well.  Poor Muffin.  I think that loud noise scared half her fur off.  She was sleeping at the time.  She woke up.  Fast.  She didn’t even come to see if there was anything good to eat.  I guess it was the wrong kind of noise.  Nothing broke however.  That was good.  No.  I didn’t fall.  Other things did though.  Sigh.

I always enjoyed Christmas when we lived in the country.  We would be up early Christmas morning.  The tree was beautifully decorated.  It was just a mismatched bunch of decorations, tinsel, lights and always looked great.  Our Christmas tree hunting always paid off in the end.  There would be a nice fire crackling in the antique cook stove in the kitchen.  That always gave the old house a real warmth and coziness during the cold of winter.  It was especially nice on Christmas morning.  Before opening the gifts Dad would always read from the Bible.  “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.  And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.  For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.  And this shall be a sign unto you; ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.  And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”  It is easy to forget with all the ‘busy’ness of Christmas, just what Christmas is really all about.

Nixon Lake sunset winter 1974
Christmas sunset at the old home.

Muffin is still sleeping.  I kind of feel like doing that myself.  Oh well.  A bit early yet.  Anyway, I do hope you all are able to enjoy a very Merry Christmas!  Hopefully I will be adding some new stuff to Steve’s Country Extras over the next few days.  And some new pics.  Maybe.

Steve and Muffin.

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