Sunday, December 16, 2007
Cold at last
The weather turned cold and very windy on Saturday evening. I went to a Christmas concert, meeting up with my sponsor. The seats were literally front row which turned out to be interesting because of being able to see just about everything the violinists did as well as the conductor, harp player and percussionists. It really helped to get in the Christmas spirit to hear carol favorites.
The 40 knot winds that kicked up kept me close to port, but I still spent time on Compass Rose. She was safe and dry in her slip at the marina. It was one of the few times that waves were crashing over the sea wall.
I have gotten all of my Christmas shopping done. Wrapping a few dozen presents is the last thing to do. The tree is up and the house decorated. I have to say that all the coziness makes me want to stay home and just enjoy a fire and a good book. There's always something about the period from Thanksgiving to Christmas that turns me into a kid again.
I remember when I learned that Santa Claus was a bit suspect. I would lie awake on Christmas Eve listening for reindeer and wondering if Santa could get down the chimney. Eventually, I'd fall asleep, but as I got older it got harder for me to fall asleep. So one year when I was around 6 or 7 years old, I heard my parents whispering and going up and down the stairs. From then on I guessed the Santa theory didn't add up. And eventually I started to snoop around and find things under beds and at the rear of closets. I remember when I found some gifts that I wished I hadn't. From then on, I stopped snooping and to the this day don't want any hints about what anyone has gotten me. I guess I prefer to revert back to childhood thoughts that it's all magic. And maybe it is.