It was a different kind of Christmas here, west of Mayberry.
Different from my previous 36 Christmases, anyway.
But I think it was more like the original one.
The one over 2000 years ago.
Granny has not been doing well in recent weeks.
And to be honest I think it may be close to the end.
We can’t find anything specifically wrong with her.
At least nothing new.
But she tires a lot more easily. Sleeps much more. And just seems to be emotionally checked out most if the time.
I wish I old chalk it up to some sort of seasonal disorder but for the most part it’s been unseasonably good weather.
There was no big meal or fuss about Christmas this year. No rum cake. Or fretting about presents.
I did put a little tree in Granny’s room and last night read her St. Luke’s chapters on the nativity before she went to bed last night.
She seemed to enjoy that.
Other than that, the holiday was barely on her radar.
And I did not need to go through a big to-do for myself.
The Attorney came up late this evening, after a day at his mother’s, bringing us a couple of plates from their holiday meal.
He’s still here now, sharing the sofa and reading a book on Jefferson I gave him as a present.
This is really enough Christmas for me.
Hope all of you enjoyed yours as well.