CHRISTMAS DAY 2010
"Roses In A Dish"
© Nora Kasten
Oil painting on gallery wrapped canvas (6"x6"x1") Painted 12/26/2010
"There were two paintings finished on my easel yesterday and tomorrow, I will post the other one.
CHRISTMAS DAY 2010
After 73 . . .and a half years I spent my first Christmas Eve alone, ever. It wasn't so bad. In fact is was a good time to reflect on all the Christmas Eves past in my Blessed life with gratitude and thanksgiving.
Just want to share with you how wonderful Christmas Day was for me because of a dear son, Jason and his beloved wife, Leticia. The day was filled with Blessings and Joy. I drove up to their house in Tampa on Christmas morning. When I arrived Jason was carving turkey but had driven over to Tarpon Springs earlier for Jett and he was there too. Also, a lot of Tish's family were there including son, Chad and his wife Michelle with their beautiful four year old Kennedie, Tish's parents, sister, nieces, and children. There was a houseful and it was wonderful! Tish and Jason must have cooked for days with all the great food (Mexican and American) put before us. There were hams, turkey, tamales, two different sweet potato dishes, green bean casserole, Jason's own cranberry sauce, real mashed potatoes with lots of good gravy and just so much more that I can't remember each one. The deserts were pies, cakes, flan, homemade cookies, candies and again much more. . . . oh, I forgot Tish's macaroni and cheese. I had two servings and brought a large serving home for my late night dinner. It is the best anyone ever ate. Did I mention we ate on Christmas decorated, English china and Tish had wrapped each place setting of silver with napkin and holiday trimmings. I for one really appreciate those things and it makes me happy. Thank you, Tish.
In the afternoon the two smallest children, Kennedie and Damian, stood on a little platform in front of the huge TV and did realistic downhill snow skiing and other games that gave awards. It was really fun to watch and then low and behold, Santa arrived. . . . . and a very good Santa she was. Tish had quietly gone upstairs and donned the very best Santa outfit of red velvet along with the big boots, gloves, hat, white curly beard and even the rimless glasses. She had round rosy cheeks too. I don't know how she did it but it sure looked like the real Santa to me.
After the agony of my beloved Karl dying only four and a half months ago, who could have foretold the Blessings and Peace I experienced this Christmas? My heart is full."