Sunday, December 25, 2022

Splitting up Christmas

We're not really celebrating Christmas today. Why not? Because Younger Daughter will be coming home in late January (haven't seen her in over three years!) and we'll have our celebration then. In fact, we plan to leave the tree and outside lights up until then because she hasn't seen many Christmas trees in the last three years.

So on this, actual Christmas Day, we're just having a low-key day. In many ways, it's a much more of a religious focus for us. We went to our church's candlelit Christmas Eve service last night, and then attended church again this morning.

We don't even have any livestock at the moment to care for. In years past, we always made sure to feed our livestock extra well on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, because legend has it animals are granted the gift of speech on Christmas Eve, and we never wanted our beasties complaining to the neighbors about how they're treated.

In the absence of livestock, I've been keeping the bird feeder extra full.

Our "livestock" has consisted of Cassin's finches, Oregon juncos, lesser goldfinches, ring-necked doves, quail, and the occasional black-headed grosbeak.

(The red light on the quail's breast is a reflection of a Christmas light through the window.)

Below the deck, the snow is a mess, covered with cracked and uncracked seeds. This attracts turkey and even deer in droves (you can see some turkeys dashing away on the left.)

Here Mr. Darcy is ON ALERT just after scaring the turkeys off. He lives for moments like that.

Oh, and red-shafted flickers. They're not here for sunflower seeds; they're here to winkle bugs and grubs from tight spaces.

We've had our share of snow and cold. Here snow is falling in front of the woodpile... 

...and across the fields.

We have high-spirited neighbors who drive a pickup pulling young people on sleds, skiis, and anything else that slides.

Last night we were leaving (in the dark) for church and heard shrieks and laughter as they pulled this stunt in the dark. Ah, to be young and stupid again. It's cute, actually. We enjoy watching them.

Tonight we plan to settle down to watch the 1947 version of "Miracle on 34th Street" and drink Irish cream. Our annual tradition is to watch George C. Scott's "A Christmas Carol," but we'll wait for Younger Daughter to be home to do that.

I hope and pray, dear readers, that no one got caught up in the ugly weather slamming so much of the nation. Be safe and warm out there. Merry Christmas!


  1. Sounds like a wonderful Christmas, The truck pulling kids on sleds, etc, brought back many memories for me. We lived in a very small town in the country in Montana and my dad would pull us on sleds and my cousin on his skis up and down country dirt roads. That is a good 75 years ago! Merry Christmas, I do enjoy your blog, even tho I don't comment to often.

  2. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and your family! Always enjoy reading your posts and seeing the beautiful pictures you take. God Bless

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  4. I'm impressed that your church actually met. Christmas Eve and Christmas. I'm sure many churches did around the country, but not ones around here. It's family time.
    God surely answered all your prayers and research when you found this new home. It fuels everything you do. Even the kids are painting word pictures and inspiring future stories in your mind.
    They surely can't know how wonderful it is for us to be touched by their antics and lifted even more by this season of love which knits us all together.

  5. Die Hard is a Christmas movie because the events only happened because it's Christmas, and the emotions surrounding the characters and their motives are all Christmas-related.
    I'm not saying your movie choices are wrong, per se. You are Californians, after all.

  6. What lovely birds! A merry Christmas to you.