Communing with my Dad
It is three days to Christmas and not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Well, that isn’t entirely true. There is a cat prowling around looking for me to refill her food bowl because we don’t have any mice for her to catch and if we did, she probably wouldn’t bother with them.
It is often at this time of year when my thoughts turn to my dad. This will be my third Christmas without him in my life. It was one of his favourite times of the year.
I hadn’t seen my dad on Christmas for many years due to our physical distance and the challenges of long drives in the winter for him. We did call each other every Christmas morning though. We used to share notes on who got up the earliest on Christmas morning.
My grandparents were always excited about Christmas and got up early. When I was a kid they came and stayed with us Christmas Eve and were there for Christmas morning. Apparently this tradition came about because they used to get up early on Christmas morning and drive the hour to our place and show up early at our house, excited for the day. So my parents decided to invite them to come Christmas Eve and stay over instead.
That excitement was inherited by my dad and now by me. I am always up before my kids and have to wait impatiently in bed for them to wake up. I’m always excited to see everyone open their gifts. It is hard to wait.
I’m not sure how things will play out this year since we’ll be staying in a hotel Christmas Eve and heading to my in-laws’ house for Christmas morning. It will be strange not to be in a home for Christmas night. It could mean a better sleep for me maybe…
Sitting With My Dad
Three days out from the big day and I’m up early, sitting in the dark with my tea writing by the glow of the Christmas tree (and one lamp – our tree isn’t that bright).
It snowed over night so everything has that fresh, white wintery look to it outside. I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…
It is so quiet in the house that I can hear the ticking of the clocks that is normally overwhelmed by the noise of the day and of the kids.
It is quiet times like this around Christmas that I feel most in touch with my dad.
This year has had some ups and downs and I’ll probably write more about that later as I process the year we’ve had.
We are ending the year on a most definite high point. I have a new job and today is my first day of holidays until going back in the new year.
My dad had his share of employment ups and downs and I would have liked to be able to talk with him this year because he would have understood.
I think he would be proud of me and happy for me in my new role. It is the kind of position I have been seeking for several years and it feels good to be here after several years of a rocky journey.
Sitting here in the quiet, with the tree and thoughts of my dad and of the year to come, I feel satisfied and content. The strains of the year washed away by the tea I am drinking from his mug.