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Christmas Lights


“There will be many beautiful lights [this Christmas]. You – be a light. Be the face of Christ for others.”

Fr. A. said this way back in the beginning of Advent. A Saturday or two later I was back in evening Mass again, seated behind a tall man. He had snow white hair, and wore a bone white sweater. Though I was directly behind, I could see that he actively participated in the Mass, singing the songs, and so on. When it came time for the sign of peace he turned around. His face was tan and deeply wrinkled and his eyes were brown, and he gave me the most beautiful, kindly smile. There was no judgement in his face, no kind of mask – just an expression of kindness and goodness. His look warmed me inside, and the warmth lasted a long time. For Christ plays in ten thousand places, says Hopkins’ wonderful poem; lovely in eyes and limbs not his, to the Father, through the features of men’s faces. I wish I could be more like that man!

Merry Christmas, my dear people. May your ham’s glaze be beauteous and your potatoes done to a turn, and may your children (and grandchildren) eat their vegetables without complaining one bit.



Christmas!! (2)

If you have seen The LEGO Movie, you will recognize Benny, the 1980-Something Space Guy. His moment of glory comes at the end of the story when his long-deferred dream of building a spaceship is realized, and he responds by bouncing around and shouting with maniacal elation, “Spaceship! Spaceship! Spaceship!!”

I feel that way now, only I’m saying, “Christmas!!” I love Christmas, but this year is especially great because 1.) Gramp and Granny and an aunt and uncle and lots of cousins are coming here  2.) We may have a white Christmas after years and years and years of green ones.  Christmaaas!



Our little bambino is wrapped in an embroidered handkerchief this year. Last year it was a bit of flannel with trucks pictured on it. He looks like he’ll catch cold otherwise, in nothing but his little resin loincloth.

Happy 6th day of Christmas.

‘Tis the season. . .

. . .for Norwegian-Americans (and Swedish-Americans) to fondly poke fun at a Scandinavian winter dish, lutefisk. One of my favorite people in all the world is of Norwegian descent, and she introduced our family to the deliciousness of lefse (a thin potato bread) with butter and sugar, and geitost (a wonderful caramel-y cheese). We miss you Laura, come and visit!

For your holiday pleasure, some select verses of “O Lutefisk” (sung, of course, to the tune of “O Tannenbaum”):

O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, how fragrant your aroma,
O Lutefisk, O Lutefisk, you put me in a coma.
You smell so strong, you look like glue,
You taste just like an overshoe,
But lutefisk, come Saturday,
I tink I eat you anyvay

Lutefisk, O lutefisk, how well I do remember.
On Christmas Eve how we’d receive our big treat of December.
It wasn’t turkey or fried ham.
It wasn’t even pickled Spam.
My mother knew there was no risk
In serving buttered lutefisk.

O Lutefisk, O lutefisk, you have a special flavor.
O Lutefisk, O lutefisk, all good Norvegians savor.
That slimy slab we know so well
Identified by ghastly smell.
O Lutefisk, O lutefisk,
Our loyalty won’t waver.

It really isn’t bad, in terms of smell or taste, but it is a bit unusual. God jul!

Oooooh, Christmas tree


Yesterday we decorated the tree, the boys and I. The following became clear (though I should have anticipated this): perfectionist mother + 3 small male children = a somewhat tense atmosphere.

Thomas wasn’t the trouble – he was as absorbed in the task as I, so both of us alternated shouting the following to our other two helpers: “Get off the ladder! Put that back! DON’T DO THAT!”

Last year Johnny was 9 months old when we decorated the tree. While I remember placing fragile ornaments high out of his reach, that was about the extent of our babyproofing the tree. This year, he discovered two things for himself – that taking ornaments off the tree is as satisfying as putting them on; and that in terms of size, shape, heft, and bounce-ability, he could not have custom ordered a better projectile than round, plastic globe ornaments.

We have now established Christmas tree rules and relative peace reigns. Next year however, I do believe that the management of this task is going to be delegated to Daddy.