Kettle and Cup

Cookies, Milk, and a Cup O’ Joe

by Marye on December 26th, 2007

I spent the entire day yesterday, with the exception of putting dinner on the table, sitting next the fire, coffee in hand and my Christmas present, Home to Holly Springs by Jan Karon, in my lap. I have two chapters to go as of this morning and when I get done here I plan to wave to my family and head back to the fire and the chair. Christmas, to me, is best with a new book and a cup of hot coffee…My husband, being the insightful man of God that he is, also saw fit to make sure I had sustenance by including several packages of chocolates in my Christmas stocking.He was happy. I gave him gifts sure to please him- a pound of fair trade Ethiopian coffee that we had not tried before…a Department 56 building to add to his growing collection. This one was the New England Patriots Souvenir Shop…a game, called Finish Lines that he will certainly beat us all at regularly…and an online membership to a historic reenactment board because he is going to be becoming a Frontier Gunsmith this year. We have simple. although eclectic, tastes at my house.

I struggled greatly the last couple of days before Christmas with missing my parents, and my childhood…reliving too many Christmas’s past. I remembered so many things about Christmas at my childhood home with mixed fondness and regret. Always the picture of my dad sprawled out on the floor playing with my toys with me, and my mom sitting with her coffee cup…

And I realized with a laugh that coffee cups are part of so many of my own Christmas memories, and definitely part of my children’s Christmas memories. Even this Christmas the smell of coffee enticed me out of my warm bed and down the long stairs…

My granddaughter wanted to make sure that we left cookies and milk for Santa. I tried to tell her Santa preferred hot coffee but she would not be dissuaded. It must be cookies and milk. My youngest daughter, whom we fondly refer to as Chef Kyrie or Little Chef, was all for leaving some thing more substantial..she thought Santa might tire of cookies and lukewarm milk…but cookies and milk it was..and Santa did not complain, although I suspect he washed the cookies and milk down with a large mug of Bourbon Pecan Coffee.

I hope that your Christmas was full of fond memories, past and present and hope for the future. And I hope that it was infused with gallons of really good coffee.

Tags: christmas-memories, christmas-morning, Coffee, thoughts

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