Yesterday the young people in the family had worked themselves into a fever pitch. Whatever happened to not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The house was shaking, they were so jumpy. The women were standing around the tree, not decorating, creating some sort of rap song about every good and wicked thing under the sun. I really couldn't calm them. I am not sure that I wanted to. That is the energy that I need to clean the house. Harnessing the noise is the challenge. At least our energy, when we were kids was...harmonic? maybe? Theirs was just noise. Musical, but noise. The stocking is on the mantle. We usually stuff it with goodies for everybody.
It is always exciting the week before Christmas.
The boys on the otherhand were enamored with owls, yesterday. National Geographic online had what they were looking for. Ethan had drawn a pretty good one and he and Ez were at the drawing table working on something together. Sharing drawing and story ideas, the way Walker boys have played for generations, now. It is amazing to see the same thing happening that I heard about only in stories. The girls and the noise, I could identify with, because that is what we did; but the boys, I had heard stories of: play drawing and that is surely what they were doing. We do have a huge toy closet, but play drawing is there fun choice alot of the time.
Ezra and I sang the 12 days of Christmas together, first thing in the morning. We should have taped it, but I forgot the MP3 was handy. Those kinds of moments happen haphazardly. I do love being part of a big family, except when I am looking for the part in the story where it says not a creature was stirring. That doesn't happen much here.
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