A class of our own

It was a silent night as Adriel and I sat in front of the TV in Sam's living room answering the occasional call and sms, finally sleeping and waking for second service this morning. Gavin offered to let me choose the lunch location for our usual gang, but it was not to be; we had a Korean lunch at Dempsey before napping and finally the Hiews joined us, and as is tradition, we were all under one roof on Christmas day. That, along with having to go through my list of people I write cards or give gifts to, makes the season complete. Truthfully, it is only tonight that the actuality of the event occurred, and if it were before the passing of one day to another, right about now a star should be just overhead, reminding me, reminding us that there is an old Spiritual for everyone which has lyrics universal and meaning eternal.

Eve, Day, After was the theme of posts past. This year, it's a merry weekend. And it is only just about to start.

And an outdated photo for smiling purposes: