Yeah, I know what you're thinking, and I feel the same way. You're right, it's way too early to be thinking about Christmas. But seriously, if you were offered a sweet chocolate martini on a cold November evening, wouldn't you have visions of sugar plums dancing in your head, too?
Josie invited Corb and I over to the homestead, last night, to decorate the Christmas tree. It was a time to play Christmas tunes, torture the kids with hints about what they were going to get for Christmas...and also, a time for me to remind everyone exactly when and where I received each and every Christmas ornament.
All the bulbs had been tastefully placed on the kitchen table by Josie, for us to hang on the tree, one by one. And so, one by one, I would make a point to show off my most precious Christmas memories...some of which, um, only a mother could love.
I would hold up an ugly ceramic monstrosity, a victim of the seventies fad for homespun creations. How well I remember my mother taking ceramics classes at the local studio pottery studio. "Look! I made this in Cub Scouts, when I was eleven!"
"Oh, good. Another reason to hate the Cub Scouts," grumbled Corb.
"And look! Here's the Christmas bulb Marcia gave me in college!"
"How could I forget? You've only mentioned it every year for the past fifteen years," said Josie.
And of course, there was very special Christmas ornament. It's become one of my favorite holiday traditions. I'm referring, of course, to the hanging of the Christmas muff.
Well, you have to admit, it's an absolutely beautiful muff. It was a gift from my friend Elaine, who, one year, announced that she was going to go to a mutual friend's wedding proudly displaying her muff, for all to see.
I, of course, was fascinated by this announcement. What did her muff look like? How large was it? What color was it? How many fingers could I place in it to stay warm? I would pepper her with questions at work all day long, for weeks on end. However, Elaine remained silent about the mysteries of her muff, except to promise that all would be revealed on the wedding day.
Finally, that day came, and there was Elaine, in the church, walking down the aisle with her muff on parade. It was a beauty, too, and I just had to touch it and coo over it. And, you can imagine my delight when, at the end of the evening, she actually offered me this precious gift, to have and to hold for all of eternity.
Of course, since that day, Elaine's muff has been a permanent fixture on our Christmas tree. In fact, Josie set it aside this year, just so that I would be the only one to place the beloved Christmas muff on our holiday tree. Some traditions must continue, no matter what, I think you'll agree. I'm just sentimental that way.
Golden Rrrrramlita...this week's winner has to be the lovely and always fantabulous conphie, one of my oldest and dearest LJ friends. And by oldest, I don't mean she's 80...far from it. She was, however, one of the first people to friend me on LJ, many moons ago, and sure helped me through some tough tmes. She just celebrated a birthday, and I just couldn't let the event go by without Rrrrrama-liting her. Love you, sweetie!