It has been a good Christmas season. I took Mother and her good friend, Evelyn, to a Christmas concert that was great. They are so cute walking together: holding hands and leaning against one another as they walk down the street. Best friends--that's them.
These two little livewires hailing from Jamaica and Haiti added quite a bit of zip to the evening. They gave us unending entertainment in the way of impromptu performances of their [sometimes incomprehensible and partially shouted] songs. Here you see them clowning around with my kayak hats which provided no end of amusement for them.
Of course, what would the evening be without involving Sam in the wild goings on? These boys and Sam kept up an almost continual taunting and goofing off. I was relieved to finally have silence after these little characters lurched off out the front door into the cold darkness that night. Sam collapsed into the chair. Mother began laughing and said, "You know how, when you're a young person you can't understand why old people don't like kids?" She paused and threw her head back against the couch. "Well, I never understood that. But tonight I did and I now I realize that I'm old!" and she howled with laughter.
We had laughed, eaten goodies, talked heart-to-heart, played, run, and sung together. I had even had a running obligato accompaniament when I played for us to sing. It was a nice evening when we welcomed Christmas to our home.
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