Snowflakes are gently falling on this wintry Sunday afternoon. The little blue house at the end of the road is cozy and warm. Tootie Mae is catnapping on my lap.
This is a perfect time to kick off my shoes and put a little sunshine into my day. For the last time this year, I give you Brazil Buzz.
I hope your Christmas was bright. If you do not celebrate the holiday, I hope you enjoyed a day of rest.
My sister, Sandra Lynch Gallardo, and her husband Gilbert, were our guests Christmas Eve.
We laughed and cried and, as always, we wandered back to a simpler time, our childhood. Sandra and I were born and raised next door to my present home. That is the place we first believed in Santa, bade him a sad farewell and laid him to rest next to the Easter Bunny.
These days, two aging children of the past awake the dead and rekindle old flames. The wonderment and magic of those earlier Christmases lives on.
We hear our mother's beautiful piano music and lyrics that tell the old, old story -- the greatest story ever told.
We count our many blessings, holidays and every day.
Paul and I celebrated Christmas 2009 with family members and friends at the home of our eldest granddaughter and her family in Brownsburg.
Since our car is still in the repair shop, transportation to and from the gathering was provided. Everyone was full of good cheer and apparently, in good health.
Last year, the flu bug invasion upset all of our delicate stomachs and put our bowels in an uproar.
By the time the germ ran through our bunch, none of us were able to celebrate New Year's. Still puny and worse than that, we were all dressed up and could not go.
None of us had enough energy left to fire guns and ring our bells. We were pooped out. We felt so empty that holiday. On top of that, corned beef and cabbage wasn't on the menu, just because.
After the festivities were over this Christmas day, Starla Gail McHugh, our eldest daughter, brought us home.
She spent quality time with us at the little blue house at the end of the road. We sip on Starbuck's coffee and polished off the three remaining pieces of a delicious 7-pound carrot cake, a yummy Sam's Club goodie, similar to the one I plan to show to the Easter Bunny.
Then, all too soon, she headed back up the road to spend the remaining hours of her visit with her three children. Saturday, she returned to her home in Phoenix.
We called our youngest daughter, Lori Ann Patrick. She told me the Patrick's were having a wonderful Christmas. She also informed me that Mary Shannon and Lizzie will be here on Monday.
Paul and I look forward to the visit. It has been a while.
So, until next week, when I ramble on again -- best wishes to all.
May the New Year bring you happiness, good or better health, and prosperity!
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