Superstitious?

Each year since sometime in the 1990s I've eaten blackeyed peas on New Year's Day. In the South, they claim eating these on New Year's Day will bring good luck for the year. I think you're supposed to eat them with collard greens too.
When I started this tradition I remember the year had been a bad one, and I was open to any suggestion to make the new one better. I don't remember if it worked, but I've kept up the tradition.
I pair them with hash browns. Not sure why, it just seemed like a good thing at the time.
At the grocery store today I picked up my can of blackeyed peas and paid that outrageous amount of more than $1 for them.
Tonight we'll probably eat something easy, like spaghetti or chili and chips, and watch something on the Internet about the festivities around the world. Tomorrow I'm going to make snacky foods and we'll sit around and eat all day and play games. The meal will consist of hash browns, blackeyed peas and greens, probably some corn and green beans for Sean, and maybe some chicken. (He doesn't like blackeyed peas.)
The photo above was taken from the Allen's Web site. I can't get the Southern Style where we live. I get the regular plain blackeyed peas.
I really like them, but I just wonder why they're so expensive. Are blackeyed peas difficult to grow? Are they difficult to harvest? Maybe they're only expensive here.

Some Christmas Eve/Day highlights

Yesterday we wore our matching aprons that Aunt Bennie made for us, and whipped up a batch of chocolate chip cookies.

Sean mixed the dry ingredients, and then slowly added them to the wet mixture. He likes to operate the mixer.

We posed for a couple of pictures in front of one of our trees. This one is the Santa tree in the dining room. I thought of having a family photo with the dog, but figured the cats would freak out.

OK. Now this one has a story to it. I wanted to bake an apple pie. Then I decided that it would be fun to give little miniature pies as gifts. Oh, but how would I do it? I don't have tiny pie pans. I have a loaf pan that makes tiny loaves. I use it for banana bread. I would have made that too, but I didn't have bananas, nor the time to do all of this in one day.

Back to the apple pies.

So I remembered that I had these little foil muffin tins that are heart shaped. I got them at the dollar tree who knows when. I've been waiting for the perfect time (like Valentine's Day) to use them. But I figured they were the right size and they could work. Hearts convey love, and I love my family -- weird as we all are.

While the first batch of cookies were in the oven, I started on the dough. As I made the dough I thought of the muffin tins and how the heart shape just wasn't what I was going for. I pulled out some cookie cutters that are Christmas shapes (stockings, trees, etc.) They were too big.

It hit me. I knew that somewhere in my crafting supplies I had a stencil of Santa.

Believe me when I say I don't aspire to be a baker. I really just wanted to have something fun, a conversation piece and yummy individual treat for all of my family members.

The tins are very flimsy, so they're not really a good idea for pie dough. It was difficult to get the dough into them and then getting the top on and pinched together was even harder.

By the time I had four of these finished I was completely wiped out. I decided to use this as a test run, and maybe I'll do it for real next year.

The cookies on the other hand turned out very delicious. They're still good today, but were best last night.
Sean said they were mouth watering good.
We had a couple of them after we got back from the Christmas Eve service at church, and then tracked Santa for a while before getting to bed.

This morning at 2, Sean came into my room to inform me that Santa had left the gift he asked for, and then proceeded to excitedly tell me the features of his Star Wars Republic Gunship. I had been asleep for maybe an hour or so. I mulled it over in my mind, "Up at 2 a.m. to open gifts/play, then back to bed (doubtful), or up until time to go to his Dad's house and both of us in a horrible mood by noon, with more family events planned for the day? No."
So I made him go back to bed. I got up at 8:30 a.m. and found him in bed, but all of his ship was assembled and sitting in his bedroom floor.
Jewel found this thing and mailed it to a family member, who then handed it off to me. Places I looked it was out of stock, and online they were going for $300 + last time I checked.

This camera is making me crazy, but here it is. The Star Wars The Clone Wars Republic Gunship. And the smiling face of a boy who believes.

What a season

Sean and one of his friends at church were shepherds this year in the play.

It's the joy of childhood, that freedom to imagine and dream and believe. Christmas.
Sean knows we celebrate this holiday because we are Christians, and we give gifts because we are so happy that God sent Jesus for us.

I remember being quite mad about the whole Santa Claus thing as a kid, and didn't want my kids to havethat experience. But the whole of American society, as well as others, seem to live through the disappointment. That magic, the time of believing, forms some of our favorite memories of childhood.

Last year we used NoradSanta to track him as he flew closer to our house. Sean remembered that and asked early on this month if we could track him yet. The excitement has been building.

Santa called him last week. He knew that Sean had been working at the food bank, and he talked to him for a few minutes on the phone about what he wished to have under the tree on Christmas morning. This has been a HUGE thing. For a few minutes just after he hung up the phone he started to quiz me. He wondered if a family member had been behind the whole thing, or maybe I had told someone to call. In the end he decided it had to be the real deal.
Then he immediately called family members to tell them Santa had called.

Once he made his round of calls, I asked what he and Santa had talked about. He said an elf got on the phone too, and sounded "about this big" as he motioned with his hand above the table about a foot high.
As the week has progressed, he has revealed more of the conversation.

At first he only said that Santa said he was working on his toy and he could expect it under the tree. He wants a Star Wars Republic Gunship. I was interested in talking to Santa sometime soon, because those things are quite expensive, and they are "out of stock," everywhere I have looked. I now see them going for $300 + online. It seems every day Sean has said, "Santa said I could expect it under the tree. He didn't mention any problem."

Today Sean told me Santa said the reindeer only need one carrot because they can share. And he has had a problem with them eating the cookies, which are his favorite, of course.

It has been such a fun Christmas season this year. He totally enjoys Christmas music. Until this year his favorite Christmas song has been "Noel." His favorite this year is "Oh Holy Night." LOVES it, and asks me to turn up the radio when it comes on. It is also on the movie "Home Alone," and he has watched that several times -- maybe more than several.

He loves "It's a Wonderful Life," and has watched it over and over too. Tonight he said his favorite part is when George is in the cemetery. I'm not sure why, unless he thought that would freak me out.
But he asked a couple of questions about the story and when I explained that the grave stone was George's brother's, because if George had never been born, his brother would have died, Sean suddenly said, "Oh! I get it." Then he explained it back to me, and realized that he wouldn't have been there to save him when he fell through the ice.

I've been able to sit and watch some of these movies with him. We started early and ordered a lot through Netflix. We watched the Charlie Brown Christmas, which we own, and The Grinch, and we got Frosty and Rudolph. When he watches them a second time I've been off to work at my desk. Deadlines. I'm almost finished.

I hope we can make some cookies and bake at least one apple pie in the next couple of days.
Christmas Eve we will participate in the service at our church.

I think this is the most full Advent Season we've ever had. It has been filled with lots of church activities and a lot of being at home, listening to music and decorating, watching movies that we watch each year, and enjoying the time we have together.

 We haven't been shopping. I took him to see Santa at the Mall, but I don't think we even bought anything, except the pictures.

Longest Night

Karen took this picture in 2006 when she was visiting. 

I would have scanned the pic, but the scanner is on the fritz. 

Tomorrow we recognize the longest night of the year. I've seen some scientific information that reveals  it varies depending on where you live. Your longest night could've even been in November and you didn't even realize it.

I have always enjoyed the seasons, and by the time each one is approaching I'm usually ready for it. I begin to look forward to those short days when it is dark at 4:30 p.m. here and it comes as a comfort to me. I've even enjoyed the days that meld together into one long time of gray. In summer I can usually tell what time it is by looking outside, but this time of year it is difficult. What time is it? someone may ask.
My response is "Gray."

Last year was a very difficult winter for me. The gray descended upon us and I couldn't tell if it was morning or evening, and the color matched my mood. It was our first year without my mother. She died just before Christmas in 2007, but as anyone who has been through grief can tell you, it's the year after the death that gets you. That first birthday, Easter, or Christmas without them is the toughest.
This year I am recovered from that grief, though I still have tearful moments when I am reminded of certain things we experienced. And I miss her every day. It so happens that the anniversary of her death is close to the longest night of the year. I'm not sure I'll make it to the Longest Night Service at church tomorrow night. Things are busy with deadlines, etc. But I know in the small moments when I take a break she will be on my mind, as will other loved ones who have died that I miss. (Grandpa Dave, Aunt Alice, Uncle Dan, Uncle Elmer, Aunt Muriel, Grandpa, Aunt Gee, Granny Myers, Aunt Beulla, Grandma Hart, Grandpa Hart, Granny and Pa)

I have many, many fond memories of Christmas time with my mom. I remember she always made Christmas fun for us. She had Alvin and the Chipmunks on the record player as Christmas approached, and I always helped her wrap what seemed like hundreds of presents. She loved Elvis, and played his Christmas album during the holidays. We helped her decorate our tree each year, and she always baked a ham on Christmas Eve. I only remember a few of the things I ever got at Christmas, but I certainly remember the time we spent together.

I am also reminded of the tough time that we went through in November and December 2007, when she was so sick. But with that are memories of some very wonderful people who helped us to keep her home and care for her here ~~Hospice nurses.

As I've gone through this experience, I can relate to my grandmother in some ways that I didn't before. I used to wonder (only a few years ago) why she would say things like, "My mother would never believe how this town has changed." I would think to myself, "Well, of course. It's been more than 40 years since your mother died."
And now I find myself saying "My mother would never believe how this town has changed."  In just two years there have been a lot of changes. We have a Costco that my mom saw being built, but didn't get the chance to walk into. We have new roads, and new buildings in the places we used to drive and shop.

And I know none of that matters. She is in a place that is beyond anything any of us can imagine, and I know Costco doesn't compare, even though she really liked Costco ;-)
I think this must be how we process the death. It is a huge landmark in our lives, a place where a part of our lives abruptly stopped. When the loved one was living we saw and experienced things, not realizing that someday those tiny moments, like a meal at a fast food restaurant, would become a favorite memory.
As new buildings go up, homes are torn down, or babies are born, it reminds us that we can't share any more moments. Not even the tiny ones.

The Revels

www.revels.org/
Couldn't take pictures, so I'm glad I didn't drag my camera to this event. There is a video at the link above that will give you a glimpse of what we saw.
Sean and I invited my aunt Bennie to come with us to see The Christmas Revels last night. It was a good show and we had fun.
Note to self: Always be sure we have had a meal and some outside play time prior to attending a sit-down-for-3-hours event.
Sean enjoyed a lot of it, but he was very hungry because we didn't get time to eat before we left. It was truly too early to eat until almost time to leave, and I planned to stop for fast food on the way. However, getting out the door is sometimes like herding cats. He needed to make a major bathroom visit prior to leaving (and for that I am very thankful) and then we were running a bit late. Picked up my aunt, got on the road and you know how you just don't want to lose the momentum? Well, I just went straight there thinking we had already eaten a few snacks, like Cuties. (Another subject for another post)
It clearly wasn't enough to hold us over.
But the show was nice, and the theatre was great. We've been there before.
This year's Revels show was "In celebration of the winter solstice with traditional dances, processionals, carols and drama."
There were The Celestial Fools, Karavana Sefaradi, The Revels Chorus, The Hobble Knobble Children, Wassail Bells, Seattle Brass Ensemble, Abbotts Bromley Horn Dance and special guest: DEATH.
Sean and I had fun trying to keep an eye on DEATH to see where he was lurking on stage. It was a guy (very skinny) in a head-to-toe costume that looked like a skeleton with a hat. He stayed in the shadows most of the show, moving from one area to another watching the festivities.
We sang several songs as a group, including "Dona Nobis Pacem," and "Star Round," a round by Mozart, and one that is being sung by Revels in 10 American cities, "Sussex Mummers Carol."
Words below, in case you would like to sing along ;-)
God bless the Master of this house with happiness be side; Where-e'er his body rides or walks, his God must be his guide, his God must be his guide.
God bless the Mistress of this house with gold chain round her breast; Where-e'er her body sleeps or wakes, Lord send her soul to rest, Lord send her soul to rest.
God bless your house, your children too, your cattle and your store; The Lord increase you day by day, and send you more and more, and send you more and more.

2006-christmas

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This is Sean with Santa from the FD in 2006. We'll miss this.
 Since we moved here, it has been a fun part of the holidays
 to hear the siren a few streets over and know Santa was on his way. We'd bundle up in our warmest clothes to stand outside,
 for sometimes more than 30 mins. to wait. The fire truck
was first with the lights and siren, and the loud speaker announcement, "Santa is coming." We would watch as
 the truck with Santa's sleigh rounded the corner at the
bottom of our hill, and made its way up the street over
from ours. Excitement would build and everyone would
be anxious for their turn to get on the sleigh and sit on
Santa's lap. In this photo, Sean wouldn't get on the sleigh,
so Santa came to him.

This time of year my mom would be really excited for this
event. In  2005 he didn't come to our street. We heard the
sirens the next street over, and never saw the fire truck or
the sleigh. Mom was pretty upset about the whole thing and
put in a call to the fire department to let them know a little
boy stood here in the cold for a long time waiting for a
Santa who never came. The next night he made a personal appearance on our porch with candy cane in hand and I
think he must have gone to each house on our street
wishing everyone a personal "Merry Christmas."

Christmas 2005

This was taken in our front yard in 2005.

It was one of those rare moments when there was fresh snow, and a willing participant.

We haven't seen snow yet this year.