Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Bourbon and Beniamino

This morning at church we did the Mass at Dawn. And it really felt like dawn!

It was 9 a.m. but our organist, Josephine, told us to be there at 8.

"I'm sorry," she kept saying on Sunday. "I'm sorry."

Which, no way was I going to be there at 8. That just was not going to happen. But I got there at 8:25 which is not bad for me.

It still felt like dawn! I had to tackle things like the Puer Natus Est, pictured above, without benefit of coffee. I had just rolled out of bed! Well, that was OK. Christmas is the one day when everyone just figures you were into the eggnog all night. Not quite true but, ahem, sort of true, in my case.

Santa Claus gave Howard frozen shot glass molds and last night, after we got home from my mom's, we put them in the freezer and while they froze, that was when the Christmas tree went up. On Christmas Eve, as God intended! My mother was saying that her parents never put up their tree until Christmas Eve. This is the first time in my entire life that I have waited that long. Inadvertent? Sure. But correct all the same.

After putting up the tree we opened the freezer again and there were these two little ice shot glasses. We sipped honey bourbon out of them and sat into the wee hours listening together to Caruso and Beniamino Gigli.

 A fine Christmas Eve!

Today I continued the Italian theme by going to St. Anthony's, where Leonard Pennario was baptized and where everyone but me is Italian.

I came home and Howard said: "Where were you? Did you go to work or did you go to Zumba?"

Uh, Howard?

I was at Mass?

It's Christmas?

Men are so cute sometimes.

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