So, I finally came up for air, in the mad dash to create Christmas, 2012 from out of the ether, or to pull it from behind my ears.
Gifts: wrapped. Now Constantine says he wants an Escalade and a Chevy. I said, Why don’t you go Christmas shopping with Donald Trump? I think he means miniatures or toys, but who really knows? He is enigmatic, elusive, sometimes I don’t even understand what he says.
Our Aunt Martha and Uncle Alex came up yesterday. Martha is an excellent hostess and cook and on the 25th the menu is basically hers. I am: Deeply, Eternally Grateful. Fotis is happy to have a few days not working and playing with the children, organizing the cars he collected as a boy, hanging out with us all.
The kids are happy at home. Happier are Christiane and Petros who have that same indoorsy streak that I do. A huge capacity to stay at home: Forever.
Theodore is thrilled for his dad’s cars. The baby is loving these bite-sized cupcakes that her Auntie Christiane brought her from New York when she stopped by yesterday. Uncle Mark spent Friday night with us. Our whole family is gaga for Uncle Mark. Constantine kept singing “Uncle Mark Be a Lady Tonight,” to the Guys and Dolls song that Frank Sinatra sings in the movie. (Luck be a Lady.)
I am okay. Calm, stressed, happy, unsure, well rested, yawning. I am an Alanis Morissette song basically.
Two days and counting. No Elf on the Shelf. I am not even on Facebook so anything current escapes my grasp, my mental capabilities to let anything else in.
Nine days from Newtown. Appreciating our children more than ever. We get to have Christmas this year.
Have yourself a merry one. Really, Do. Rest. Pause. Be still, then keep it going, as there is much yet to be done.
