Grant, home for the holiday, but tagged to put in some hours through Christmas Eve as he worked remotely on his laptop computer and electronically filed his work at Wall Street 24/7 in order to keep the news presses rolling. Once work was complete, it was Christmas time and time for bed after the Christmas Eve feast.
Following his typical schedule since we was just a small fellow, Grant would be in no rush to trundle downstairs on Christmas Morning to paw through the piles of Santa's largess doled out to every good boy and girl. The gift of sleeping-in is a now a precious gift and one easily given around here.
Christmas morning would start once all had assembled according to their own schedule, so Christmas Morning was well nigh unto Christmas Afternoon.
It was cool outside on Christmas Day, but not what most Texans would even consider cold, but a request was made for a 'Christmas fire' to blaze away in the living room hearth, and so it was. Now, the mood is set, let the festivities and the joy begin!
As has been my tradition for the past 3 years, I have given some small gifts at Christmas time to my two young Turkish friends, Tahir and Fatih who live next door. And these gifts have been reciprocated by their mother, Kubra, who bakes us a treat from her kitchen to be delivered by her boys.
This year, Fatih rang our door bell and when I answered, Fatih asked me, "Mark, are you open?" I told him with a big smile, "Yes, we are open today!" He stood there on the stoop and looked inside for a while and I tried to make small talk and he looked for a way to gracefully exit and report back to his mother that we were open. He then decided the time was right, and announced, "I will come to your house with something", and the bolted across the lawn and fallen leaves to his house. In a few moments, Tahir appeared with a hand made pizza for us and we all thanked him and his brother Fatih who was now hiding behind our front hedge. We exchanged a wishes for a Merry Christmas and the small Muslim contingent bounded back home.
We will get to that pizza after we have our Christmas Day feast.
Following his typical schedule since we was just a small fellow, Grant would be in no rush to trundle downstairs on Christmas Morning to paw through the piles of Santa's largess doled out to every good boy and girl. The gift of sleeping-in is a now a precious gift and one easily given around here.
Christmas morning would start once all had assembled according to their own schedule, so Christmas Morning was well nigh unto Christmas Afternoon.
It was cool outside on Christmas Day, but not what most Texans would even consider cold, but a request was made for a 'Christmas fire' to blaze away in the living room hearth, and so it was. Now, the mood is set, let the festivities and the joy begin!
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| His mother sewed his name over a Christmas Stocking belonging to his Father. Traveling light from NYC, Grant did not have a repository for Santa's gifts on Christmas Morning |
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| Sue gets a couple of bottles of oil and vinegar to be poured onto a rugose plate of grated garlic cloves. These will come in handy for the Christmas Day feast in a few hours. |
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| A good surprise by the guess on Sue's face |
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| Grant gets a single large gift as he is 'carry-on limited' for his return to New York on the 27th |
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| A dress over coat Good for his walk from NYC subway to Lexington Ave. |
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| Hook 'Em Horns! Lookin' good for Bevo Texas will upset and defeat #5 Georgia in Sugar Bowl in a few days. Must be the new lucky hat |
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| Our Christmas Tree The boughs are bright and merry The gifts beneath the boughs have been unwrapped. It was a good Christmas |
As has been my tradition for the past 3 years, I have given some small gifts at Christmas time to my two young Turkish friends, Tahir and Fatih who live next door. And these gifts have been reciprocated by their mother, Kubra, who bakes us a treat from her kitchen to be delivered by her boys.
This year, Fatih rang our door bell and when I answered, Fatih asked me, "Mark, are you open?" I told him with a big smile, "Yes, we are open today!" He stood there on the stoop and looked inside for a while and I tried to make small talk and he looked for a way to gracefully exit and report back to his mother that we were open. He then decided the time was right, and announced, "I will come to your house with something", and the bolted across the lawn and fallen leaves to his house. In a few moments, Tahir appeared with a hand made pizza for us and we all thanked him and his brother Fatih who was now hiding behind our front hedge. We exchanged a wishes for a Merry Christmas and the small Muslim contingent bounded back home.
We will get to that pizza after we have our Christmas Day feast.
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| Kubra's Christmas Pizza sits on our counter top as Sue makes homemade eggnog. |
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