It’s surreal, that’s the only word. 6.45 on Christmas Eve – everyone is gathering at the farm, and I am lying on the sofa. Late this afternoon I lit the menorah and listened to most of Handel’s Messiah at top volume, celebrating both of my halves. At one point during the Hallelujah Chorus my speakers crackled as if they were going to explode with so much magnificent sound. More friends waded through the slush with presents. Now I’m going to eat my chicken soup and listen to the last bit of the Messiah – “I know that my redeemer liveth.” I don’t know if my redeemer liveth, but I do know that spending the evening with George Friedrich Handel by the light of menorah candles is heaven.
And by the way, more heaven – the pictures of chiselled Obama in Hawaii which appeared today. As someone said, “Merry Christmas, Michelle!”
One response to “Xmas Eve continued …”
I think this is a great post. One thing that I find the most helpful is number five. Sometimes when I write, I just let the flow of the words and information come out so much that I loose the purpose. It’s only after editing when I realize what I’ve done. There’s defiantly a lot of great tips here I’m going to try to be more aware of.