Musing

-3C/27F in south Calgary this Christmas morning; as we walked to the park it was interesting to watch which houses had lights blazing before sunrise – a beehive of activity – I am sure each having a family story of some sort to tell, each light meaning someone is doing something for somebody, each kitchen light meaning something traditional is going on, each living room light meaning children are destroying wrapping paper; Gusta pulls, her pursuit of that rabbit scent confused by whistling through the trees doing early morning groans, as trunks move to the rhythm of strong Chinook breeze

our dinner yesterday was superb followed by swift gift opening - everyone ripping and tearing except for Gusta who needed help unveiling her rawhide candycane which she devoured completely in under 90 minutes; for those who get the full HTML version of musings, scroll down to the bottom . . family picture taken last night

now time to cook traditional Dec. 25th breakfast for Carla and Krista (fried egg and bacon sandwiches made with toasted raisin bread – sliced swiftly corner to corner so the yoke barely leaks out . . just right for dipping) before they head back to Edmonton for dinner with their mother and her mother

odd I think, not so much because today is a day without news, it is a day when they world is light on bad news; checking newswires indicate little trouble around the world today - some killing and tragedy still goes on but on a much reduced at a scarcely level as troops, insurgents and terrorists everywhere seem to be taking a break for a couple of days

maybe, whatever the faith of folks in war torn places, Christmas can play a role in producing peace on earth for a day or two . . which is too short a time but good nonetheless; to our Canadian troops at Strong Point West, Afghanistan, to musers everywhere . . eat well, be well, be safe - make peace, eat a turkey

a slogan perhaps . . ‘put down your arms, pick up a fork’

Merry Christmas

Mark
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