Monday, December 25, 2017

Poem for Christmas, Beans in the Belfry, South Mountain, Die Hard

Mistletoe
By Walter de La Mare

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen—and kissed me there.

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Daniel slept in, Adam went for a walk with a friend, and Paul took Maddy to the doctor for a checkup early on Sunday, then we all went to Brunswick to have brunch at Beans in the Belfry (it was supposed to have live jazz too like last time, but the jazz musicians were off for Christmas, so Adam threatened I mean offered a cappella). We also visited Gathland, since we'd missed it in the fall, and went to South Mountain Creamery to see cows and get cheese.

Then we came home, took Maddy to fill out a report on her concussion at work, cheered as the Seahawks beat the Cowboys, had fajitas for dinner, and watched Die Hard, the greatest Christmas movie that is not The Poseidon Adventure. Now we're showing our kids the greatest science documentary ever made, Eric Idle's The Entire Universe. Tomorrow we're all going with my parents to Paul's parents for dinner. Merry Christmas if you celebrate, and happy Monday if not!

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