i only cried once...

when the winter holidays come
my days become a daze.
kids home, trips to grandparents,
eating, all the usual.

tiny bit of extra stress due to
snowy-icy roads, gimp arm,
elderly parents, and Christmas on Sunday.

BUT....
it was good. 

momma and her sister

my adorable great nephew

     

 joint effort bringing dinner to the care home.
15 of us celebrated together. 

 fun people

 scarey people

later in the day we expanded the party.

had some great instrumental musical talent.

sang Christmas hymns with other residents

and..

 

got to celebrate and enjoy more family.

my dads remaining sibling lives at the care home too,

as well as his wife and oldest daughter.

here's dad and my uncle.

also my aunts body and hand.

fyi, the other lady in red

with her head, is 

just an extra in this scene. 

: )

while singing carols, sitting beside my sweet momma,

looking across the room at my dad and his brother,

several of my cousins, their kids and grands,

the emotions had hit their max.

tears threatened.

tears escaped and were caught.

i hung on tight to my hubby's arm.

why?

besides the obvious reasons....

it's been many years since we shared Christmas

with dad's brothers family.

what a treat for me.

i made the tender sentimental journey

to Christmas's past. 

it just felt good and sad 

at the same time.

so... my uncles granddaughters fiancee'

is also a very talented pianist.

he played some beautiful compositions he's written.

mom and i could not see his fingers 

as he played, she leaned over to me and whispered

" those fingers.... can you imagine how fast they move." 

we also were treated to my uncles teenage granddaughter

and her self taught hula hooping routine. 

she can hula 40 at once.

also does some other fancy things.

 

and this was only part of the day...
more to come.
arentcha lucky?