Tuesday, December 6, 2011
We enjoy another weekend of record breaking temperatures. The chickens still peck the last flesh from the fallen apples under the red delicious tree, and find grubs in the dirt. I uncover a hideaway of eggs nestled in the hay stall. Two light brown eggs and one chocolate brown. The shells are strong and take a few whacks to crack open. The yolks are firm and the color of an orange sunset over Lake Ontario in the summer. I savor the flavor of them over easy, cooked in some butter, and a slice of toasted bread. The simplicity is hard to beat. The sleigh and lights find their way to the front porch for the Christmas season. We set the tree in the living room and prepare some favorite snacks for a tree decorating celebration. Smoked cheddar and oysters. Grapes, marinated mozzarella balls, crackers and some fresh cut pinneapple. Mom and I carefully unwrap each ornament and the girls hang them on the branches. Louis Armstrong sings in the background. It reminds me of my father and how much we will miss him for the holidays. We are joyful though, taking time to sing and laugh and decorate the tree. Christmas is a time to celebrate the birth of Jesus and Dad is with him for the holidays and for eternity. This is our faith. It is as simple as that.