Ya know, it’s kinda funny how many hopes and wishes we put on having a white Christmas. And I expect, the farther south you are, the less likely it is. I mean, you’re hoping for a very specific set of circumstances to happen on a specific day. After a week of the weather guys telling us that our chances were way slim, we awoke this morning to two inches of snow on the ground. It was a beautiful sight, and I couldn’t help but compare my view of the snow to Ralphie first looking out upon the new snow in A Christmas Story. It was indeed beautiful.

We got a pot of coffee started, and started tearing into our gifts. With just the two of us, opening presents is an odd deal. We try to take turns, knowing (mostly) what the other one is opening, and trying not to spoil the surprises beneath the tree as we rip the paper from the boxes. It always goes so fast, and with no children around, the suspense of what’s next isn’t quite as prominent, but it is still a grand time.

Becky was overly generous to me, as were Mom and Kevin, and I have no complaints in the “loot” department. No lumps of coal, either, so I must’ve done something right this year! 🙂

After we opened presents, we went to church. The pastor is out of town, so the music minister genned up a nativity play for the kids to do — unrehearsed, unpractice and no idea what was going to happen. In fact, he invited kids in the congregation to come down, and they’d find a part and costume for them. It was wonderful. The story of our Lord’s birth could be told no better than acted out by children. After some hymns and prayers, we were released back into the slowly melting snow.

Beck and I offered up our home for the Day family Christmas shindig, so we spent the afternoon cleaning, and Beck prepared all manner of deserts. Yum! The invasion of the clan began around 6.30, and it couldn’t have been nicer. As always happens at these things, there were Days I hadn’t met before, and some I hadn’t seen in a long time. It was great to see them all, and have time to sit and talk, and listen to stories being told. And, of course, the spread was scrumptious!

So that’s how Christmas passed in the Wright household. Quiet, kinda low key, and filled with snow, family, presents and observance of the real meaning of the season — the birth of Christ.