Tertia was one of many voices in the combined choir of the Vancouver School District singing at the Christmas tree lighting at Esther Short Park yesterday evening. The Columbian article is here; no pictures of her, unfortunately, even though she was right next to the podium in the front row: she had to stand still while the Mayor spoke right next to her, and was the most excited person on the stage when Santa showed up. They sang a lot of carols, sacred and secular, and she kept up with the music except when she looked up to see us and got distracted.
I miss the idyllic and peaceful lead-up to the holiday that I remember from my childhood... maybe one or two extra events beyond the usual, staying home most evenings and watching TV, one trip to Rolling Acres Mall (back in the 80's before its current notoriety in the Craigslist serial killings, it was actually a pleasant place to shop). I remember putting up the Christmas tree and staying up late to make presents or cookies, and it was all so fun. Or maybe my mom just did all the work and never complained about it... probably the most likely. This year, I'd just like somebody else to do Christmas for me. I've been feeling like "something's gotta give" since September, and since school is non-negotiable, I guess it will have to be Christmas. That's okay with everybody, right? I'll just be hanging out at home, knitting and quilting. I'll help with cooking, and a little cleaning, but no shopping. And no scheduling, carpooling, or phone calling. Now that's an introvert's idea of a Merry Christmas.