Well, actually, two snow bunnies and a
the "B" for Freddy B stands for
The temperatures may be
chilly, but Christmas week in the snowy mountains is one of our
favorite times of the year.
We give ourselves the gift of
togetherness. It is our private time. A welcome respite between
Christmas and New Year's. Our interlude to enjoy the sweeter things in
This year, our
uninterrupted time was spent creating joint memories, especially
Reading a stack of
holiday newsletters from family and friends aloud as DH drove up
the mountain to our cabin. We laughed, smiled fondly, and
lovingly reminisced together. Enjoying them so much, we
hope that our friends and family will continue to take the
extra time and effort to write these newsy letters next year. We
The cool mittens-scarves-and-earmuffs
and see-your-breath days, but not too cold, as we were able to
keep a bedroom window cracked open for fresh air as we slept
a sofa with DH and two dogs in front of a crackling fire under a
huge king-sized Hawaiian comforter with a bold breadfruit print
in red-and-green holiday colors, feeling as warm and fuzzy as
to DH's soothing Hawaiian music guitar concerts for an audience
of three -- O, Freddy B and me.
DH's yummy hot curry
dinner, steaming cups of fragrant Kona coffee, and a warm
kitchen emanating comforting cooking smells.
Watching Freddy B
and O curled up on their window seat, snoozing peacefully next
to the twinkling Christmas bear tree one second, and the next,
in a watchdog frenzy, defending our home from the mountain dogs
walking by with their bundled-up people out for a woodland
Loving every chocolate-covered
raisin from DH, grateful that he did not buy me a diamond
bracelet, a Lexus with a red bow on top, a dozen red roses, and
a trip to the Bahamas.
in bed, affectionately kissing DH on his temples and the doogies
on their cheeks: Mwah, mwah, mwah.
Listening to The
Makaha Sons singing Christmas carols, hoping that the rumor that
Keali`i Reichel may be doing a Christmas CD next year is true.
the neighbor's kids spruce their snowman up with a necktie in
the open field across our home.
up, trudging through the snow, pausing to listen to the quiet of
winter with the occasional plops of snow sliding off branches,
and loving every minute of these shared experiences.
Watching O and
Freddy B, brimming with exhilarating rompy energy, zooming back
and forth in the backyard snow field, chasing chipmunks and
noisily barking up trees at scolding squirrels.
Gazing out through
our corner bedroom bay window to linger and appreciate the
snow-softened landscape with a a bit of unexpected Christmas
whimsy: a potted tree with shiny Christmas ornaments
peeking through snow-covered branches on a neighbor's backyard
in front of the TV to discover the wonders of DVD rentals,
The Princess Diaries, "a Cinderella makeover
story", and Shrek,
a humorous computer-animated fairytale.
out and wrapping gifts for the best neighbors ever and visiting and
exchanging gifts with them:
To our fisherman Jeff and Claudia: a matching pillow that says
"Fish tremble at the sound of his name" to match the
one we gave them last year: "A fisherman and the catch of
his life live here". From them: a beautiful,
iridescent angel ornament.
To our lovebirds, Trudy and Ed: two boxes of Sunkist
real-fruit gems -- fat-free and no preservatives or
cholesterol. From them: a home-baked, latticed, fresh
cherry pie, so delicious we devoured it in a single afternoon!
Shedding tears with
our neighbors, Jeff and Claudia, when we learned that they had
unexpectedly lost their wonder dog, Buster, who succumbed to the
maladies of old age while traveling to Seattle.
appreciated the sweetness he brought into all of our lives. Like
Happy and Lucky, Buster's ashes will be buried up here in his
beloved Big Bear home. We laughed over his antics of sneaking
chickens and a whole turkey off the table, as well as how,
whenever we visited, he'd nudge us to throw his "rubber
chicken" so he could proudly retrieve it and present it to
Watching Home and
Garden TV, the Travel Channel's special on Christmas in Hawai`i
with the music of favorite singer Keali'i Reichel in the
background, and on the cooking channel, favorite chef Ming Tsai
with members of the group Hiroshima.
Reading a book of
Hawaiian proverbs, A Little Book of Aloha from my sweet sister,
most of all, our toasty hot chocolate nights.
Delivering the right
dose, our mild winters suit us well. They're never
too long, too dreary, or too cold to grouse about. While
thousand of "snow birds" go South to seek warmer climes,
we seek out our Big Bear winters.
Up here in
our Southern California high country, we don't get full-tilt snow as
in Tahoe, Mammoth, Colorado... or upstate New York. Unlike
snow-swept Buffalo, here in Big Bear, snow news is good news, as
there's just enough of the white stuff to delight and fully satisfy
I guess you could say we're just a
flaky family of "snow bunnies and winter hares."
Bunnies applet - card for you from Angelwinks.
"Life is a Gift."
only gift is a portion of thyself..."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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