Merry Christmas.
This year, due to work schedules and travel distances, Lindsay and I are spending Christmas together in Portland instead of with our respective families. We’re both sad we won’t see our parents and siblings this week, but are both happy that we can hang out together and have a modest little celebration.
Lindsay has been crafting up a storm and has made three little stockings (one is for for Gladys) which are hanging up in my small studio apartment. We bought a tiny tree at the flower shop around the corner, and it is decked out with a strand of lights, a paper chain, candy canes, and two ornaments that Lindsay’s Mom sent us. There’s not many packages under the tree, but Lindsay and I stuffed each other’s stockings with gifts.
I have a small batch of cioppino simmering on the stove right now (it’s an Arth family tradition) and there’s some eggnog, brandy, and sweets waiting to be enjoyed later—most likely with the DVD I received from Netflix.
All in all, this year is one of the simplest and quietist Christmas’ I’ve ever had, but I already know it’ll be one of the most memorable.
