FOR YEARS, Diane and Roger have hosted an intimate birthday party for Mr. Bob on Christmas Eve. They are the host and hostess with the mostest, realizing how important presentation is and you'd never, ever see a mustard jar on the table in contrast with the way I might do it. We're lucky to count them among our friends.
I think it was Tim who brought the English crackers, which when popped, reveal a joke or riddle, a toy and a silly hat. Much as I love the idea of hats, I'm unhappy with them when I have to put one on........precisely why I'm hoping to keep my
hair throughout my six months of chemotherapy.
We read our riddles, played our games and the birthday cake appeared.
Mr. Bob rose above his discomfort at the idea of being the birthday boy long enough for us to sing and express our mood of celebration.
My voice has become a little raspy with the passing years, but I do love to read aloud and Diane asked me to read her newly acquired edition of a pop-up "Twas the Night Before Christmas" and I was only too happy to comply.
|“If someone said on Christmas Eve, / `Come see the oxen kneel . . .' / I should go with him in the gloom, / Hoping it might be so.”|