Despite my prediction of a grey Christmas turning out to be premature – we have a couple of inches of new white stuff that has been slowly accumulating since morning – Christmas Eve Day has provided probably equal parts of Christmas-y and UN-Christmas-y glimpses:
Mark on his knees next to the couch by his ailing kitty, iPhone to his ear while he listened to the vet’s report on the results of her tests;
The woman loading her baby into the car – that’s Christma-y – travel, right? I saw her walking from the house carrying the baby in its carrier in one hand, and another, similarly shaped object in the other – part of the carrier? She left the baby on the sidewalk, put the other part in the car – maybe it was the base, and had to go first, but then she started the car, get it all nice & warm for the baby, and gave the baby a good blast of exhaust;
The man telling his dog it was time to go inside where it was warm – but the dog was wearing a nice warm doggie jacket and couldn’t have cared less about going in;
Young, college student age, couple walking to their car, with extra shoes and backpacks, must’ve also been holiday travel;
Slippers little pink tongue at the end at the vet’s;
The frozen snow plow snow blocking the driveway at E. wash – although un-shoveled snow is a sure sign of a holiday.
We upheld our Christmas Eve tradition, and ate pizza and watched Love Actually. Not enough light so the pictures look just as bad as cookies at night.