It’s gray and rainy outside this afternoon, but a very quiet, comfortable Christmas chez Mondo. The turkey is cooking, the spouse and Spawn are relaxing and reading, and I’ve been leafing through one of today’s goodies, Richie Unterberger’s Urban Spacemen and Wayfaring Strangers while listening to Beyond the Beat Generation‘s streaming audio. (Of course, I also greatly appreciate the gift from the Gormogons — and wrapping it in John Gower’s shroud was a nice touch as well, fellas. Thanks, and say Tekeli-li to the Tcho-Tchos for me.) Jasmine, Hound of the Basketballs, is snoozing on the sofa, her snores occasionally drifting across the room. Other than a brief frenzy when the Spawn discovered an iPad under the tree, it’s been a calm, quiet Christmas, our third spent in Mondoville, although this is our ninth year here.
I think the quiet is its own kind of gift, and I mentioned on facebook that we find gifts in unlikely places, like mangers in Bethlehem. Earlier in my life, I certainly wouldn’t have imagined Christmas in Mondoville, but gifts are where you find them, and I’m grateful. I hope you have found what you need as well.