There’s just something incredibly cozy about this time of year. Perhaps, it’s because the cold wind and occasional snow outside tends to push Philippe and I indoors where a fireplace is burning. Currently, our dog Phineas is curled up behind a curtain, near one of the heating vents on the floor. He occasionally looks back at me forlornly as if to say, “this weather is stupid and should be fixed immediately.” But, even Phineas, who is usually rather independent and not wanting to be bothered, enjoys a few extra cuddles this time of year. Though our nightly tree ritual happens throughout the year, the peppermint always tastes better when the weather gets colder. As a kid during this time of year, peppermint stick ice cream was one of my favorites. It actually tasted colder than regular ice cream, which made it an even odder seasonal choice than eating cold cream in frozen weather. I haven’t had that kind of ice cream in years, and only just remembered it now. I should make a note to try that again sometime, or at least to suggest it, so I can get a giggle out of Philippe’s reaction to it.
This month is always a rather busy one as we’ll be heading to Texas on Thursday to visit my family. I’ll still manage to post, but doing so is a bit more difficult since my mother doesn’t have Wifi, though thankfully does have indoor toilets. I’m going to be giving her a copy of my new book, which I’m actually a bit nervous about. Since she doesn’t have that crazy thing called the Internet, it will be the first time she’s ever read any of my stories (including the ones featuring her!). It’s an odd thing to fret over to be sure. But, that’s the weird thing about the Internet. Making your diary public to people you’ve not yet met is somehow less stressful than handing a copy of my personal diary to my own mother. I’ll be giving a copy to my sister as well, but she’s already read some of the posts. This was evidenced my mother telling me that they have lava lamps on sale at Walmart during a recent call. I’ve tried to stress to Philippe that regardless of his personal view of the things, he’ll be a villain in the story if he fails to deliver. This might have been too harsh a tactic, but the subtler suggestions didn’t seem to be working.
Of course, I don’t really care what gifts I’ll receive this Christmas. It’s never about the gifts at all, but about the lovely candlelit evening spent together unwrapping them. Yep, everything happens on Christmas Eve in our house, in keeping with his tradition. This, I happily adopted as though I might have been able to handle such anticipation as a kid, as a childlike adult, I simply can’t sleep probably waiting for Christmas morning. Plus, as an adult, it’s wonderful to have no pressing reason to rush out of bed on a delightful day off. I’ve already many plans of things I’d like to accomplish during my annual winter break from my day job, but I’m quite sure most of them will fail to happen. Instead, as usual, I’ll be trapped inside the snow globe of the season, lost in the moments as they come. And truly, this is the best place in the world to spend the holiday season. A place without deadlines and regret, shining hope in every direction while delivering those homespun moments.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Aureolin, Vermilion, Quinacridone Red, Leaf Green,and Indigo. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with black ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!