As the years pass by, the family Christmas dinner is more
and more often held at my home. My eldest uncle, 92 years old, comes down
the Coquihalla highway from his Okanagan home, to complete the table for 22
this year. Needless to say, it is a busy time.
For the past week or so, we (my wife and I) have been
preparing feverishly for a family dinner extravagant in detail, in the
spirit of the season, and full of rich meaning for us all. We go potluck
nowadays and everyone has known their assignment for weeks.
I’m on turkey duty and, as the host, have more on my plate
than just ensuring a 20 pound bird makes it to the table on time. Just now I
washed the kitchen floor. A little before, I was wrapping presents in shiny
paper, a major accomplishment for me, I can assure you!
My wife is a wizard at clearing the many surfaces in our
home, making them ready for dishes, children’s toys, cups of tea and more.
With our family ranging in age from one through 92 years old, it is a chore
of epic proportions!
Speaking of children, mine make the rounds of the stores,
last minute shopping for friends, and spend lots of time in their company
these days. Christmas casts a wider net at my home these days, but I
sometimes do miss the wide-eyed wonder of little ones at the tree in the
But now the sweet sound of The Chieftans Bells of Dublin
fills my home with hearty voices singing “Hark the Herald the Angels Sing.”
We will dine together tonight, just the four of us, enjoying the eve before
Christmas. Then, perhaps a fire, and quiet conversation together.
To all of you, wherever you may be, I wish you a peaceful
and joyous holiday season.