Just Write {113}

December 2, 2013

I’ve never lived a December with 70 degree weather in it, but I am. I went to open the window in my office, to let the warm breeze in and a fly was freed from between the pane and the screen. Now it wants to land on my coffee mug, to bug.

The boys play outside and play outside some more. They can’t stop. Elsie sometimes goes right out the front door, following them, giving me fits. I hear the soft click as she sneaks out and I run just in case she’s going to go out in the street. Her brothers are always on the other side, Stay right there, Elsie…you can’t come out without Mommy. Enforcers.

It is no different here when it comes to decorating for the season. Lights are appearing along roof lines and up in the trees. Twinkling deer and angels and manger scenes are being set out on lawns. Colorful trees peek out front windows. We didn’t move a lot of our decorations, so we need to go out and get more. There is Christmas music playing all the time on some of our favorite stations. The same ones we know and some new ones, to us. Dominick the Donkey, I had no idea you existed. La la la, la la la la la.

The boys talk about what they’ll do “when it snows” and can’t seem to believe that it will most likely not snow and if it does, it will melt quickly. They just look at me funny when I say that and then go back to playing outside.

On Sunday, we walked to church in short sleeves, two kids in the wagon and one quick-stepping to keep up, and we heard about advent and it didn’t seem that out of place in the warmth. We’ve never known a holiday season with seventy degree weather in it, but here we are and Christmas always comes.

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Kathy December 3, 2013 at 9:55 am

True, that Christmas always comes. But I can’t imagine experiencing one anywhere buy Chicago. Thank you for sharing what it’s like for you this time around, in a new place with warmth. Now I’m also curious about Dominick the Donkey. :)
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Kathy December 3, 2013 at 9:56 am

P.S. I meant anywhere BUT Chicago. :)
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Diana Trautwein December 5, 2013 at 2:43 am

True enough. Christmas comes no matter the weather. My friends in New Zealand frequently remind me of that. (And I’m from central CA, so I should know.)
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