I was looking out the back door. The snow drifts are big over by the garage. Then a little farther, to the right, the well has snow making some interesting shapes all over it.
It's dark out there. We used to get a lot of cousins over for Christmas Eve. But that's when there was a lot more family. And Grandpa was alive, etc.
The only thing that might turn up tonight is the Abominable Snowman. Looking for a dentist. I like that Island of Misfit Toys cartoon.
I have a Christmas 1959 tape that has Grandma and Grandpa, aunts, parents, cousins, and me on it. It was recorded 50 years ago tonight, in fact. Since we always had Christmas Eve at Grandma's place. I was just listening to it. One of my cousins dominates, yelling about what he got, "a dinosaur set," then "two pair of mittens!"
It's interesting to hear Grandpa's voice, even as indistinct as it is among most of the noise. This recording from 1959 is probably the only sound recording of his voice.
What a great night. Snow. Memories. Some Christmas treats. A piece of chocolate. Red pop.