The picture above, taken by one of my nieces, was our Christmas card this year. My industrious and creative wife always makes our Christmas cards.
The picture is, of course, a close-up of Will.
Last night we attended Christmas Eve Mass at Queen of All Saints. The congregational music program was the same as it’s been for 25 years. Before Mass the choir sang Benjamin Britten’s A Ceremony of Carols, a very ambitious piece. It’s a beautiful piece of work. They did an okay job with it. The harp was glorious.
After Mass we returned home for our traditional Christmas Eve dinner—a dish of spinach, white beans, and potatoes, anchovies on the side. While I was shopping for the ingredients the grocery store owner, looking at my cart, asked what I was making. When I told her she looked at me skeptically and asked, “Are you Italian?”. I responded that, no, I was not Italian but I had some old friends who were and I had adopted their Christmas Eve custom as my own many years ago. I always think of them when I make the dish.
We slept in late this morning—all the way to 7:30. After feeding the dogs we gave them their Christmas presents: elk antlers to chew on. Now they’re delightedly busy.
Vince Guaraldi is on the CD player. In a bit we’ll open our presents. My wife is studying up and preparing to make my birthday cake, the Reine de Saba from Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking. A few hours from now the daughter of dear old friends, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend’s brother will join us for brunch.
Although I plan on posting again on non-Christmas subjects later in the day, this post will remain at the top. I’ll update it as the day goes on.
Merry Christmas to all!