Is it horrible to admit that there are times that I just don’t feel like writing? I mean, they don’t happen all that often, but happen they do.
Tonight is one of those moments.
I try to never let more than three days pass without posting (And really, I prefer daily or every other day) but tonight I am just so content in my real life that it almost seems sinful to open up my laptop. I had a lovely evening. Jon’s family came over and we ate, played games and watched one of the best movies of all time, “The Muppet Christmas Carol”.
After laughing and crying over those delightful muppet creatures, we watched “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” and Jon sang, “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch” for everyone. He sang it at his company Christmas party last night. Well, we both sang.Â Ever since she found out that Jonathan and I met in Chamber Choir at college, the receptionist has been trying to get the two of us to sing.
We finally gave it and did it.Â We performed with a jazz duo, my sister in law who is a gifted jazz pianist, and an electric bass player. We wanted to show a range of styles so we did three traditional English carols, then we did the jazzy, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” and Jon soloed on the Grinch piece. He is SO freaking talented. You all should hear him. He won’t let me post the video, but he rocked the house and I think we sounded ok on our pieces.
We wrapped up the evening by playing Apples to Apples, a game of hilarity that every family should own.
It was so nice having family around.
After they left, Jon and I cleaned everything up and I finally got my house whipped into shape. I probably should have done it before the relatives came, but the day was a bit crazy.
Right now, my kids are happy, clean, full and sleeping. My husband is soaking in the tub and I am having a nearly perfect holiday moment.
It isn’t often that I am comfortable in the quiet of my own company, but this moment is an almost perfect experience.
My house is clean. The floors are swept, the furniture polished, and everything is in its place. The air still smells like the Wassail Jon and I drank after we cleaned the kitchen. All the lights are off, but the there is a lovely glow from many cinnamon apple candles and soft white twinkle lights strewn here and there in my living room. I have Christmas music playing and I’m stretched out on my couch wrapped up in a fluffy blanket clicking away on my new laptop.
If you could put Christmas in a box and open it, it would be my living room right this very moment.
I am not sure if there is a heaven or not, but if there is?
Please let it be like this.