I wrote last year on Christmas day that Lynda and I were having a quiet Christmas. ‘Tis the same this year. It will just be the two of us, the family having all been with us at Thanksgiving. Well, today we still have Rocky, our neighbor’s dog, with us. We’ve been watching him since Sunday while they got away for a pre-Christmas R&R trip.

Rocky is a good dog, but he’s homesick for his own family. They live four lots up the hill from us, three vacant lots in between. Our normal route to walk him takes us by his house, and he expects to be taken inside it. So we pull him along and he gets over it. In the evenings especially he seems restless and wants to go home. Last night was about the best for him settling down without a lot of difficulty.

The walks after dark have been very nice, as well as the early morning ones. Up on the next street, several houses have outdoor Christmas lights. Nice to walk by them and enjoy. On one of those early walks, before this warm front came through, I found the first frost flower I’ve ever seen. I’ve heard about them for a long time, but have never taken a leisurely walk in the right conditions for them to form. Thank you, Rocky, for making that possible.

One thing different this year from last is our church has returned to holding a candlelight Christmas eve service—two of them actually. Last year we elected not to hold them, with the covid pandemic still in its pre-vaccination stage. We are thinking of going to the 4 o’clock service. It will be good to gather with everyone and focus on Jesus’ birth for an hour.

Another difference is we hope to get together with my cousin Greg and his wife Bev. Although living just 8 or 9 miles apart, it’s been two years since we’ve seen each other. Greg’s health is tenuous and they have been taking lots of precautions. They were supposed to come for Thanksgiving, but he wasn’t feeling well and they cancelled. Our plans are to drive around Sunday evening and see Christmas lights. Beyond that nothing is planned. We may get hot chocolate somewhere and sit on the square in Bentonville, enjoying unseasonably warm weather under enough Christmas lights to read by.

Otherwise, we will read much, probably watch some TV, and eat a nice meal of turkey breast, dressing, and roast vegetables. We’ll eat on it for a week. Hopefully we’ll get to walk. Not with Rocky, however. His family returns today. We’ll take him to his house before we go to church. He’ll jump for joy as we open the door, only to be disappointed his family isn’t home yet (but will be soon).

So a merry Christmas to all. Remember the reason we celebrate it.