… and it has rained like crazy in Mondoville for the past few days. Had this been snow, it’d be keister-deep on a Percheron by now. Yuletide in South Carolina is not the stuff of Currier and Ives — I’m currently wearing my typical day-off garb of T-shirt and shorts — but it’s still pleasant. The Spawn is relaxing upstairs, while I type downstairs and Mrs. M is off to her daily workout before the gym shuts down for the holiday. The Hound of the Basketballs is snoozing on the sofa, a few feet away from me as I type.
Yesterday the Spawn and I went out to find a few last-minute goodies for Mrs. M. We picked up one item she had specifically requested, and a couple of things she’ll say were too expensive. They weren’t — I only wish there could be more. It’s certainly much easier to do this sort of shopping in the rain than it was the year we got about twenty inches of snow in Kentucky. And of course, part of the fun is picking out the occasional surprise for the folks you love.
Christmas has always been a big deal in Clan Mondo — sometimes too big a deal, as my mom’s determination to make it The Specialest Christmas Ever (TM pending) would make things more tense than they should be. Even with that, of course, there are things — and more particularly, people — I miss about the holidays we spent in Kentucky, and before that, in Tennessee. But there’s also something to be said for these new, quieter Christmases, including this first one at the Mid-Century Mondohaus.
Here’s another bit of Christmas psych for you. I ran this one a couple of years ago, but I think it’s worth a repeat performance. Here are Saturday’s Children from Chicago, with 1966’s “Christmas Sounds.”
May your Christmas be peaceful, joyous, and as quiet or noisy, as wet or dry, as cold or warm, as you would like it to be.