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| The boys with their tree at the farm. |
On the 7th of December I went to see Anselm in the St. Nicholas pageant at St. Stephen Orthodox Church. Basil, Athanasia, and I all sat in the same row. It was a very moving pageant. Athanasia was in tears.
On Wednesday, or the night before last, I picked the boys up after school, and took them to the Tobacco Rd. Christmas Tree Farm up in the Santa Cruz Mountains. They picked out the tree and tied it to the roof. While I went to pay for the tree the boys played on the farmers tire swing. It was pretty neat. It swung way out over the mountainside, and, I suppose, at one point there was about 40 feet of air between the boys and the ground. It was quite a thrill for them. The big sign read "WARNING! Swing at your own risk!"
There are several Christmas tree farms up there. We've been to several of them, over the years. Once the tree was roped to the car,I took them to their mother's apartment, made them dinner, and mulled some cider. I read books to them while they decorated their tree.
Three of the books I read to them were Great Joy, Papa's Itchy Christmas, and The Remarkable Christmas of the Cobbler's Sons. It was so much fun to read these books to my boys again. The Cobbler's Sons book was given to us by a priest's wife the year when Basil as just a newborn. Athanasia bought Great Joy in 2009. I bought Papa's Itchy Christmas at Hicklebee's in, I think, 20011. Athanasia didn't get home from work until late, but she heard the last of the three books. Then I went home to my sister's house. (I have had no chest pains since I've been there.)
Today Athanasia invited me over for Christmas Dinner. I don't know what I'll make. I'll have to think about it.
3 comments:
My prayers for you all, Matt.
It's so good to read a post from you - this one has so many happy elements. I will continue to pray for all of you - may God be glorified!
No matter the circumstance, you can still love your kids and be a dad. Good for you and them.
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