2008 Skelly Family Holiday Celebration Website
"No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen - and kissed me there."
(Mistletoe - Walter de la Mare)

Christmas Day Has Come! And Gone.

We'll have to do this in stages. Pacing ourselves as we go. Sarah arrives tomorrow, so we'll have to do this all over again. And that gets harder as I age.

I'm not the only one who's getting older. Kids slept in 'til just after ten. I had time to stretch and get in part of a workout before opening presents, which is a first for Christmas Day on several levels.

Christmas was a little more modest than in previous years. Who am I to buck a trend? But everyone agreed it was very pleasant and very satisfying. So maybe money isn't the answer to everthing, which is probably going to turn out to be a good thing.

The traditional Christmas Day run—60o weather, cloudless sky—was less than in previous years as well: only 1.5 miles and slower than 2 miles would have been just a couple of years ago. But it's going to take some time (after two months off recuperating from two—yeah, two—pacemaker procedures) to lose another ten pounds and get back into running form.

Didn't expend any effort pushing myself away from the dining room table this day. But Santa did bring Mommy a juicer, which is a start, and tomorrow is another day.

We are juicing! Nobody's had a solid bowel movement all day, and there are lines at all the bathrooms. Tomatoes, parsley, carrots, nectarines, pears, pineapples, apples, cucumbers, celery, pomegranates. More fruits and vegetables in one day than I've consumed all year. This better be good for you.

Sarah arrived in time for dinner last nite, but went to bed shortly thereafter, tuckered out from her long drive from Tampa. She brought daddy a sampler of Talisker single malt scotch, 10 yrs. old, 18 yrs. old and double-aged in sherry casks. From the Isle of Skye. Same brand JJ brought home last year from his sojourn in Europe.

Those Scots were onto something alright. Daddy slept through most of Home Alone 2, but awoke refreshed in his bed next morning. Got there under his own steam, too.

Tonight was the Christmas turkey, and tomorrow is a reprise of Christmas brunch, this time with North Carolina champagne (from the Biltmore Estate). Eggs Benedict and Hash Browns. We just may juice 'em.

This year's Christmas Song Selection

Darlene Love with the E Street Band and The Miami Horns
All Alone on Christmas
Special guest appearance by Macaulay Culkin