Epiphany is here. The presents are all opened and put away. The maji have been added to the nativity scenes. Friends are coming over later, and the turkey has had the bottle of cheap champagne very ceremoniously shoved up its backside.
I hope you enjoyed our little Twelve Days of Christmas Special. We enjoyed writing it and sharing our gifties with you. It’s more blessed to give than to receive, but most blessed of all when people comment on your posts.
Now that it’s Epiphany, I can review a little of what our Christmas, spent at the Osborn house, looked like in progress.
We woke up late on Christmas morning to find it snowing. It didn’t stick, but it fluffy white stuff came out of the sky all morning. My mom told me later Bethany had been hoping all season that it would be snowing while they opened presents; I wouldn’t be surprised if God made it snow just for her.
The four kids present, Me, Jared, Carina, and Jeremy, all found stuffed stockings (knit by Jared’s grandparents and subsequently by the Excellent Aunt Anne) and opened them while we waited for everyone else to get up. I got a fluffy bunny with a hand-knit sweater on him!
As per tradition, traditional stollen for breakfast is followed by the traditional telling of the Christmas story with the Bible and the stuffed manger scene. Some hymn singing was done this year as well – though as far as I know, the addition of ukeleles is new.
These ceremonies were followed by the ceremonial ripping of paper. Jared got a bunch of preaching books, and I got a bunch of knitting books, and a macro lens to take pictures of them with:
And all the while I knitted away on Bethany’s shawl. It watched the whole thing serenely, calmly amused by our antics.
The most addictive gift of the year was a new game called “Blokus,” at which we sat and puzzled for hours. (Note Jared’s enormous hat.)
Later Jared & I went to my parents house, at which we also had a great time and at which I completely forgot to take pictures. It was quite an afternoon; we got to see everyone for not quite long enough, but that’s much better than not at all. There was a lot of cheese, and that always makes me happy. (Physical cheese, the sort that goes on crackers.)
The next day, the Osborn crew went over to Justin & Emily’s. Emily, about to give birth six days later, was on bed rest, but Justin set up the aero bed downstairs so we could have Christmas together. I don’t think any of us will forget spending the afternoon gathered around the corner of the bed to play Blokus and Oh “heck.”
Christmas is always a ride and a half, especially when your families live close together and you’re coming from out of town. But it’s always about fifteen barrels of laughing and goofing off and very good food and sleeping in late and general good times.
By the time Christmas day ended, I was out of charts to work on the shawl, but when I got home, finishing it was almost the first thing I did. The cool thing about triangle-shaped shawls knit from the top edge down is that the further you go, the more quickly they go.
Unblocked and without the edging, the finished piece looks rather like a manta ray with a skin disease. But the edge was only 14 rows, so it was finished quickly. Behold, the only fancy camera trick I know: