Good morning and Happy December!
I actually forgot that today was Friday until I was going to bed last night and realized that not only is it Friday but it's December and I had nothing picked or planned to post. So, after digging through my older posts, I found something for you. But we'll get to that later.
This week was another one where the days ran together and yet a lot got done.
Last Friday– We worked on organizing and cleaning up the back room in our house (that was my writing room and then became Sis's sewing room, and is now storage) so we could get the Christmas boxes out and put them in there. Then my youngest 3 nieces and nephew came over all afternoon. They got to help me set up the Christmas tree and decorate it. (Yes, I did adjust some of the ornaments after they were gone.)
Saturday– I spent most of the morning putting some cube shelves together for my sister's sewing room. Then I picked up my oldest niece and she helped me start decorating. We got the stairs and some of the living room done.
Sunday– I had music practice before church and then played for prelude. Then my sister and I worked with the kids in Children's Church on the Christmas song we're teaching them for the Christmas program. I then taught Children's Church. After lunch I read, and then we all spent around 1 1/2 hours wrapping presents. That was rather fun. We decided to give each person (these are all my brother's family's gifts) a different wrapping paper, so all my brother's gifts were wrapped in one thing, my sis-in-law in another, and each kid in a different paper.
Monday– I finished wrapping the presents, cleaned some things, put some things away, and I'm not sure what else.
Tuesday– My oldest niece came over again. This time for most of the day and we got the decorating done except for outside. It wasn't even the 1st of December and the house was decorated and the gifts wrapped! Lovely!
Wednesday– I spend 2 hours trying to put a cabinet together but the directions were awful! They told you to put some pieces on the wrong place so they were upside down, and another piece they didn't tell you there was a front and back to it. Then I had a lot of Camp stuff to do in the afternoon with the Camp party. And then I worked nursery.
Thursday– Yesterday I fixed the cabinet that was messed up and built another thing. I worked on some different things, raked leaves, and reviewed a few stories.
Today– I'm going to do some cleaning! And I don't know what.
Anyway, this was long. Here's a short story for you to read. It was based on a Christmas song that just had me wanting to write a story. Enjoy!
Christmas Dinner
It was Christmas day. The air outside was crisp, and the
snow sparkled and glittered across the farmyard in the late afternoon
sunshine. Inside the house all was warm and cozy. Smells from the
kitchen pervaded every nook and cranny of the snug farmhouse, from the
living room where the large tree stood looking bare with all the gifts
gone, to the farthest corner of the attic where empty boxes stood
waiting to be filled once again with the ornaments and decorations of
Christmas time.
Rousing from his afternoon nap, Farmer Jones
yawned and stretched. Standing up he sniffed the air and then, tucking
his thumbs in his suspenders, he ambled from the living room. “Sure
smells good, don’t it?” he remarked to his second son.
Eighteen-year-old Jeremiah looked up from hanging his coat on the hook.
“Sure does. Think Mother has dinner about ready, Pa?”
“Sure hope so. I’ll go find out.”
Sauntering down the hall through the dining room and into the kitchen,
Farmer Jones sniffed again. The turkey smelled divine! His wife, an
apron tied about her ample waist, was bustling here and there, a smudge
of flour on her cheek and wisps of her hair curling about her face
instead of staying properly in her bun.
“Mother,” Farmer Jones said, “everybody’s starvin’. Let’s eat.”
Mother Jones, as she was known far and wide, turned around, a wooden
spoon in her hand. “Hold your horses, Father. I’ve got a million courses
to get ready, and,” she waved her spoon with a shake of her head. “I’m
fixing a treat! I could use some help though.”
Quickly Father
Jones turned around. He heard someone whistling and called out,
“Jeremiah, go and help your mother.” Then, catching sight of the
thirteen-year-old twins on the stairs, he added, “Jane and Jonah, you
too.”
The clatter of the twins’ feet was heard as they rushed
down the stairs. No doubt they had been smelling the feast and were
hungry.
After checking in the living room and the library but not
finding his other children, Farmer Jones looked out the front door.
“Ah, there’s another one,” he thought to himself, hurrying to the door
and swinging it wide open. “Hezekiah!” His shout caused the head of his
third son to raise from the wood he had been stacking.
“Yes, sir?”
“Go and fetch your brother.”
“Sure thing, Pa. Which one? And where is he?”
“Jud. I ‘spect he’s in the barn with his horse.” When Hezekiah nodded,
Father started to shut the door and then stuck his head out once more.
“Then fetch Amy and Sue.”
Hezekiah’s brown head nodded as he strode off toward the red barn.
Patting his round stomach, Father shut the door and sighed. He could
smell all those dishes Mother was fixing and he couldn’t wait to sit
down with his family and partake. It was a favorite part of the Jones
family Christmas day.
It wasn’t long before Hezekiah and Jud
could be heard stomping the snow off their boots on the porch. A gust of
cold air came in with the boys and Father, turning from watching Jane,
her pretty dark hair tied back with a red ribbon, set the table, saw
Hezekiah start up the stairs, no doubt in search of the two youngest
Jones girls.
Things were in a bustle as Jed, and then Hezekiah,
Amy, and Sue all joined in to help Mother get the food on. Father stayed
out of the way. He was no help in the kitchen and knew it. As each
steaming dish was brought to the table, his mouth watered even more.
Finally he stationed himself before his chair at the head of the table
and Jeremiah set the turkey down before him. It was golden brown and
steam rose in a fragrant wave.
As everyone found their places,
the three oldest boys, Jud, Jeremiah and Hezekiah, on one side, Jane and
Jonah, Amy and Sue on the other, and Mother at the food, Father smiled.
“Mother, everybody’s happy. We’ve got a reason to smile.”
Mother laughed her bright, bubbly laugh which caused smiles and a few
giggles among her children. “That’s ‘cause you know that I’m about to
serve a Christmas dinner country style.”
“No doubt, Mother, no doubt. But let’s all sit and bow our heads. I’ll say grace, then we’ll break bread.”
There was a slight shuffling as each person quickly sat down. Every
head, light, dark, and a few browns, bowed reverently as Father gave
thanks for the dinner and for Christmas and what it meant. After a
hearty “Amen” from everyone present, heads were lifted and eyes sparkled
at the knowledge that they were about to partake of Mother’s wonderful
cooking.
“Put your napkins in your lap, girls,” Mother reminded Amy and Sue.
“While Jud pours cider from the tap,” added Father. “Is it fresh cider, Jud?”
“Sure is, Pa. I made it yesterday with some of the apples from the cellar since we had such a lot.”
There was so much food and it was passed along from one person to the
next, across the table, clock-wise and counter-clock-wise. Turkey, both
dark and white meat, ham, chestnut stuffing, huckleberry muffins,
marshmallow yam, and cranberry sauce, rhubarb, and black-eyed peas. It
was a feast to fill any hungry boy or girl. Or a dozen of them. Everyone
ate and talked and ate some more. Seconds were had by everyone and the
four boys even had thirds.
“I think I’m ‘bout to explode, Mother,” Jane said, leaning back in her chair.
“Me too,” echoed Amy and Sue.
“Have a little pickled quince,” Jeremiah offered, holding out the dish.
“Choose your pie, everyone,” Father instructed. “Pumpkin or mince.”
No one refused. How could they when it was Mother who had made them? But at last no one could eat another bite.
Leaning back in his chair, Father looked down the table at his wife and
said, “Oh, dinner was grand, to say the least!” Glancing at his
children seated on either side of the now ravished table, he added, with
a nod toward Mother Jones, “Honor the lady who cooked this feast.”
“Mother, thank you for the dinner!” Chorused all seven children.
And Jonah added, “All the fixin’s were great!”
A broad smile crossed Mother’s face. “Nothin’ to it. I’m mighty glad to
do it, seein’ how much you ate! Now I shouldn’t have to feed you until
spring.”
A general laugh filled the dining room and then Jud
pushed back his chair. “Well, it’s time to clear it all away. Come on.
Jeremiah, get the turkey, or what’s left of it. Hezekiah, the ham
platter. The rest of you start collecting the dishes. Mother, you and
Father go sit in the living room and just relax.”
With a smile,
Mother stood up. “All right, but don’t you go and break any of my good
china now.” It was something she said every year, and none of it had
been broken except one saucer when Jeremiah was no larger than the
family dog.
Beaming, Father rose slowly, tucked his thumbs in his
suspenders and stood a moment watching his children clear off the
table. Then, with a sigh, he ambled slowly into the living room and
built up the fire in the large stone fireplace before sinking down into
his favorite chair. “That sure was a Christmas dinner, Mother,” he
remarked.
Wearily Mother rested her feet on the footstool and nodded. “It sure was.”
Before long the children appeared in the doorway, their faces bright and no sign of having stuffed themselves.
“Jeremiah,” Jane begged, “go and get your fiddle!”
“Yeah, go get it,” eagerly pleaded Amy and Sue, while his brothers all nodded in agreement.
“All right.” Jeremiah sauntered into the other room, and they could
hear the sounds of the fiddle strings as he tested them. Soon he was
back, lightly drawing the bow over the strings in a tune which set each
foot to tapping.
“Come on, Father, let’s dance,” begged Jane, hurrying to her father’s side.
But Farmer Jones shook his head and patted his full stomach, “I’m too
full of turkey and stuffing. Sorry, Janie, I ain’t takin’ a chance. Get
one of your brothers to take you for a spin.”
So, while Mother
and Father sat watching, the six children, Jud and Amy, Hezekiah and
Sue, and Jane and Jonah danced to the lively tunes Jeremiah brought
forth from his fiddle.
When at last the fiddler ceased and
everyone sank laughing onto chairs and sofas, Father said, “It’s been a
very, very merry Christmas. We’ve got reason to smile.” He looked around
at each shining face “Mother, everybody loved your Christmas dinner
country style.”
Did you have a good week?
Do you have Christmas decorations up?
Have you ever heard the song that goes with this story?
