A deliveryman arrived at our door at breakfast. He was dressed in a suit and a wacky Christmas tie that appeared to be around his neck against his will. Grandma was completely obscured by the pile of gifts he handed her. Aside from two large boxes, there were at least six cards and handwritten Christmas letters from family and friends and old neighbors. If anyone had any doubts it should be made clear that Grandma is by no means forgotten. Whether she remembers this is another thing. Special mention goes to Aunt Meg, who sent a fresh balsam arrangement with candles, a soft sweater, and an array of special foods.
Christmas dinner was another noontime meal, and the atmosphere of the dining room was transformed with the new color and sounds and even smells of newly arriving families on visit.
Not much else I'm reporting today. Grandma had bright red steak, rare. It looked like a tongue but I held my own on this matter. Grandma triumphed over the thing with her fork and steak knife and washed it down with peppermint ice cream.
Christmas day was the warmest day this week, everyone out in golden sunshine. Saw a boy learn to ride a bike for the first time, father panicking a little behind him.
