The Christmas Letter 2011
The idea for this blog began because of the encouraging responses we received from our friends about our annual Christmas Letters. So to keep our tradition alive for everyone, here’s a peek into 2011’s letter:
In the interest of “equal time”, I thought I’d give poor Dan a rest this Christmas, and tell a little tale on myself. Picture this: I walked in the house one night, carrying all the day’s Christmas packages to hide in my closet. It’s dark, but I don’t have a free hand to flip on a light. Suddenly, I see a flash of light out of the corner of my eye. I turned quickly to the right…but didn’t see anything. I stopped dead in my tracks and waited. A little scared. What the heck was it?
Again! I saw the flash of light again out of the corner of my eye! This time it seemed to be coming from inside Dan’s closet. “Is there a burglar in there? Crap!” I quickly turned to the right, stopped and stared. Waiting. Still holding all my packages in the dark. Nothing. Then suddenly, I saw the flash of light again out of the corner of my eye. I spun again to the right. It was in the bathroom, I thought. “Could a lightning bug be trapped in the house?” I waited. Nothing.
I gulped, and finally got up the nerve to step inside the bathroom to confront whatever this light-flashing monster was. And that’s where I saw my reflection in the mirror. Yep. In my right ear, was my cell phone’s Bluetooth earpiece, that apparently flashes a light once a minute or so. I had been turning to the right like a dang puppy chasing its tail, and the light was attached to the side of my head!
I thought for a moment how lucky I was that no one had seen that display of “blonde-ness”. But then it dawned on me that the best Christmas present I could give Dan this year was some self-admission in the Christmas letter.
I know you’re still curious about Dan though. He has been…shall we say…”predictable” this year. I tried to broaden his horizons. Hey, I even tried out a new recipe on him! It was zucchini sauteed with onion, dill, and a can of corn. Easy, peasy…sounds delish. As I served the dish, I explained that we were “trying new things,” and that if there was some element of it that he didn’t like, we could always “tweak” the recipe. (And yes, I used “air quotes” when explaining this to him).
So, he tried it, making that serious little tester-face he makes. And I could tell we were going downhill fast. I interjected (trying to save the situation), “Don’t forget…we can ‘tweak’ the recipe.”
Well, God bless him, Dan suggested that next time, I “tweak” the recipe by taking out the zucchini, onions, and dill. I said, “Uh…okaaaaay. So you basically just want me to open a can of corn, and serve that?”
Ahhhhh…there’s just something about his predictability that somehow makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. And we both hope you have a warm and fuzzy Christmas, and a very Happy New Year!