Boxing Day
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Boxing Day, (in parts of the British Commonwealth) is a public holiday celebrated on the first day after Christmas Day. Traditionally, it was a day when employers distributed money, food, cloth (material) or other valuable goods to their employees. Here in Canada, it gives people the chance to take part in the post-Christmas sales or watch ice hockey games.
For me this year, it is another quiet day at home. Himself drove to the hospital for his regular morning shift where he delivers water jugs to patients. That meant no sleeping in because he is supposed to be there by 8:30. Normally on Wednesday morning I am at Hospice with the other ladies who make comfort bears and small quilts for the residents. We took today off.
(One of our bears who is stuffed and waiting for his tummy to be sewn up.)
(A finished bear)
(A couple bears with their little quilt, packaged and ready to be left in a room for a new resident. There is a poem about the bear giving comfort included in the package. One of our ladies wrote the poem.)
Yesterday, of course was Christmas. Tuesday is my morning for Hospice reception duties. My partner took the day off but that wasn't necessary for me. We usually go to our second son's in the morning and Himself did that so that he was there for their gift opening. Our grandchildren are not little any more with the excitement that comes with young children. In fact, they were still in bed when Himself arrived at their house.
At noon, I drove to the city and joined them. Son made me an egg muffin (English muffin with egg and ham) which is his normal Christmas morning breakfast entree. We sat around chatting. They had plans to go for dinner later at daughter-in-law's brother's home.
When we got back to our home, I prepared a roast chicken for our Christmas dinner. I don't normally make stuffing when we have chicken but since it was a special occasion, I did.
Like many families, my son's gets matching outfits for their Christmas picture.
Here they are, including their pets.
Here are my grandchildren with their cousins and the cousins' boy/girl friends at their uncle's home.
For me this year, it is another quiet day at home. Himself drove to the hospital for his regular morning shift where he delivers water jugs to patients. That meant no sleeping in because he is supposed to be there by 8:30. Normally on Wednesday morning I am at Hospice with the other ladies who make comfort bears and small quilts for the residents. We took today off.
(One of our bears who is stuffed and waiting for his tummy to be sewn up.) (A finished bear) (A couple bears with their little quilt, packaged and ready to be left in a room for a new resident. There is a poem about the bear giving comfort included in the package. One of our ladies wrote the poem.)Yesterday, of course was Christmas. Tuesday is my morning for Hospice reception duties. My partner took the day off but that wasn't necessary for me. We usually go to our second son's in the morning and Himself did that so that he was there for their gift opening. Our grandchildren are not little any more with the excitement that comes with young children. In fact, they were still in bed when Himself arrived at their house.
At noon, I drove to the city and joined them. Son made me an egg muffin (English muffin with egg and ham) which is his normal Christmas morning breakfast entree. We sat around chatting. They had plans to go for dinner later at daughter-in-law's brother's home.
When we got back to our home, I prepared a roast chicken for our Christmas dinner. I don't normally make stuffing when we have chicken but since it was a special occasion, I did.
Like many families, my son's gets matching outfits for their Christmas picture.
Here they are, including their pets.Here are my grandchildren with their cousins and the cousins' boy/girl friends at their uncle's home.
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