Christmas Day was quiet, slow, simple, and easy. Quite wonderful, in fact.
We exchanged a few gifts, nothing extravagant or unexpected. I feel like we have crossed a threshold and can unapologetically (and finally) choose minimal for the season and Christmas Day itself.
Gerry made his signature crepes. We worked on a jigsaw puzzle in between phone calls and text messages and tossing toys for Molly (who was happy with her new stuffed unicorn).
We went for a short drive in the afternoon because I wanted to capture photos of this green Saskatchewan Christmas.
I read a bit.
We enjoyed turkey dinner done the easy way: a Butterball boneless, Costco gravy, little potatoes done in the air fryer, Stovetop Stuffing, eleven brussel sprouts (that’s all I bought as Gerry doesn’t like them), and cranberry jelly from a tin. Years ago, I couldn’t have imagined not cooking a turkey and all the trimmings on Christmas Day, but I’m perfectly fine with it now.
We watched the Call the Midwife Christmas special and turned in early.
Now, as I sit here in the wee hours of Boxing Day, a day I’ve always preferred over the hustle of Christmas Day, I don’t feel the exhale I’ve experienced for years on this day.
Lord willing, there will be other Christmases that will be busier, other Boxing Days when I exhale (our granddaughter, especially, missed our being together for Christmas), but this year I appreciate our quiet, personal celebration of Love coming to us all in the form of a tiny baby.