Christmas came and went exactly as I had wished – and with a few little surprises thrown in.
Santa forgave Eddie and Allie their recent misdeeds, and all the critters found goodies in their stockings. Riley and Eddie found chew sticks and cookies, and Allie new catnip toys.
|Told ya I'd been good!|
A package for me from “Santa’s Critter Helpers” (who I happen to know live in the Okanagan and not at the North Pole) produced, among other treasures, the gift that made me cry in both sorrow and pleasure – a Christmas ornament with my late sister’s picture on it.
She is indeed the star on my Christmas tree.
We ended up with a white Christmas here on
Island, though Crofton didn’t get much of it and it didn’t stick
around long. Still, it afforded a
Christmassy walk in the snow sharing happy greetings with others in our small town. And when we returned, I spied a piece of
Christmas wrap sticking out from under my front screen door – and discovered a
Attached was a note saying “Jean – can’t replace the one someone stole, but we hope it works. One set of dog lovers to the next. Merry Christmas”.
It was a bird feeder. You may recall mine was stolen earlier this year - Allie's 'reality tv show' taken in the dead of night.
I have no idea who left it there. I have racked my brain trying to figure it out. I think it was delivered while I was walking the dogs, but it could have been earlier in the day when Eddie was going mad with barking in the living room and my glance out of the windows didn’t reveal anything for him to bark at (in which case, dear gifter, I hope you didn’t hear me yelling at my noisiest-ever-debarked-dog to “Shut Up!” – a not very Christmassy sentiment!).
I hope the giver is a blog-reader and now knows how very much I was touched by this thoughtful gift. It will soon go up where the old one was – firmly attached to a pole which shall be rooted into the ground with rapid-post cement!
|A new bird feeder for Allie and me!|
Another lovely surprise was a card and plate of goodies the two little children across the street brought to me Christmas Eve. Theirs is my favourite card of all I received:
|Card by Pippa and Finlay|
My granddog, Becky, enjoyed the gifts I sent her, and I love this picture of her with her new, soft, unstuffy stuffy – a rabbit I thought she might like. She does.
|Someone loves her new rabbit from Grandma Jean|
My Christmas meal was thoroughly enjoyable. Along with a small (hormone free, humanely raised) prime rib roast, I roasted fresh vegetables and even made Yorkshire pudding for the second time in my life – which turned out perfectly!
I set the table with the Christmas china and poured the wine, and I even put out a Christmas cracker just like my family has done my whole life. And yes, I even wore the stupid hat. Well, I wore it for at least two minutes, before making Sir Eddie wear it.
|If ah wear the hat, shouldn't ah get the roast?|
(Funny story here: I was trying to get Eddie to sit still for the photo, and opened the cookie jar to get him a
bribe reward. At the sound of the jar, Riley came running, eager for a treat. When she saw me putting the hat on Eddie, she took off in the other direction! Guess Riley has had enough of being photographed wearing silly Christmas apparel!)
Trifle for dessert, a coffee with Baileys, and then a gentle evening listening to music and reading “Ginty’s Ghost”, a gift from my daughter – it is wilderness dweller Chris Czajkowski’s newest release and every bit as entertaining and engrossing as the author’s previous books, which all sit on my shelf.
Lastly, I found out quite by chance this morning that Petey, the little dog I fostered from December 23, 2011 to June 14, 2012 passed away on Christmas Eve. Petey was deaf, blind, and while in my care had extreme separation anxiety and chronic bronchitis. I questioned his quality of life back then, but he went on to live another six months with another foster home. For me, it is a gift and a blessing to know he is finally at peace. Run free, Petey.
Thoughtful gifts, pleasant walks, little surprises, good food, chats with family and friends, and a precious old dog now running free at the Bridge – I am content. It was a very good Christmas.