Mom hums along to the CD of Christmas carols as she takes the turkey out of the oven.
Sarah fans the smoke away from the pot of carrots she forgot about.
Dad explains to Eric (as he does every year) his method for putting lights on the tree.
Michael couldn't make it this year. (Since he would have brought the girlfriend he's cheated on repeatedly, it's just as well.)
I convinced Eric to spend Christmas with us again since his family situation is complicated. Well, I guess not that complicated: they don't want him around. The first Christmas he spent with us as an adult, I remember Mom said it was "just like old times." ...When Eric would always be over. Always.
One time Eric basically stayed here for about a week and Mom didn't even notice. I think Dad may have said something about it being nice to have an extra hand with the yard work.
...I wonder how much they actually realized...
And now Dad's waxing scientific about electricity. Eric studies the string of lights carefully. I look over at Mom in time to see her burn her finger. She puts it in her mouth, takes it out, and is humming again two seconds later.
"Can we just pretend I entered the kitchen?" Sarah asks, slicing more carrots.
"You're doing fine, honey," Mom says.
"No, circuits are fascinating," Eric tells Dad. "I just usually see them from a digital perspective."
Jesus had a normal life, I realize suddenly, watching Dad grin and readjust the excess lights so they won't show.
Jesus' family sat around and talked about normal stuff. Mary cooked fowl, and probably He had a sister who sliced root vegetables, and Joseph must have brought up carpentry randomly.
Was it boring? To switch from seeing everything to seeing what was in front of you? In any case, thanks, Lord. We needed You and You came.
I realize the tree is murmuring about conserving water. I get up and water it. When I do, I seem to hear - is it really? It must be.
It's singing harmony to "Joy to the World".
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