Wikipedia describes Roaches Line as a village. It is a very tiny town. And it seems very small tonight.
I am in my mothers kitchen, with the dishwasher swishing and my earphones in even though I’m not listening to anything. I always find it hard to sleep when I know that Santa’s coming.
I put up our Christmas tree this afternoon. My nephew Wes and sister Kim took over ornament hanging responsibilities while I held court with my soul sister Danielle, who I haven’t had the pleasure of a sharing a tea party with in way too long. When we went to check on their work, I found that Wesley had decided to adorn the tree with an odd decorative pear.
Our Christmas Tree rules.
I have had such a lovely time here. I am thankful for so much. This year. This week.
A Mouse House reunion. Carollers singing in little red kitchens. Meat pies and baby naming. Lobster and vinyl and bubbly, bubbly bubbles. Bedtime stories with brave little boys born to beautiful Little Women. Toms crosswords and Roxys cups and cups of tea. Video chats. Slot machines. A Nellies Night. The Beaver Plaza. The Signal Hill Star. Dances and drives. Seeing the little penguin lamp. And being so very pleased that it still works.
Jennifer calls to inquire about my adventures.
“What did you do last night?”
“Where did you go last night?”
Merry Merry Christmas. Santa was already here.