This is our dear Abraham. He is 13 years old and our youngest. He's shy, not awkwardly so. Quiet. He is an avid reader and gamer. Abraham is a big thinker, but unlike most deep thinkers, it doesn't seem to cause him angst. Harry Potter is very popular with him. I think he's as attached to my chickens as I am- and that's saying something. They love him and will perch on him any chance he gives them. Most chickens aren't cuddlers, but they are around Abe. He is a dedicated worker and doesn't give up until the job is done. Everyone enjoys his company. He's peaceful, calm and even tempered. Come to think of it... I don't think I've ever seen him angry. Maybe I should be worried. But he is the least worrisome kid I've ever met. Abraham is a delight.
He had an amazing feast. Each year, I expect there to be a problem with the children coming up with something new, and each year, they bring it home. Something new and imaginative. People always ask me where they get their ideas from and I can honestly say, I have no idea. Are you ready?
Abe had a "midnight snack" feast. We've had to celebrate our feasts later in the evening, this year. Joe closes his store at 7pm and by the time he gets everything squared away, he usually doesn't get home until close to 8:30pm. We are all happy to wait as it just wouldn't be the same without him. Our son Jacob gets up at 3:30am for work and so it's past his bedtime, but he's been a sport. Technically, it wasn't midnight, but it worked.
When Abe invited his guests to his feast he told them that they had to wear their pajamas. Everyone was more than happy to comply. The table was set with one of my favorite possessions- an old white enameled kettle- filled with poinsettia and berries. Some twinkly lights. Other than that, the table was bare. No one sets the table for a midnight snack. He handed out fuzzy socks for the girls and thick wool socks for the guys. Everyone knows your feet get cold when you sneak downstairs to satisfy those late night munchies. They do around here, anyway. His appetizer was cereals- the good stuff. No bargain brands. Golden Grahams, Cocoa Puffs, Reeses, and Apple Jack's. Kinda funny how much everyone enjoyed that. He used Styrofoam bowls so there wouldn't be any dishes to wash. (That boy hates washing dishes. But he does that chores one week out of every three. I don't care how much of a "Betty Homemaker" you consider yourself, there's nothing fun about washing dishes- with no dishwasher- for 9 people.) He had milk as his beverage- with strawberry and chocolate Quick. He walked his guests to the kitchen- in the dark- to retrieve their cold cut sandwiches from the frig. Ham, roast beef, turkey. Pre-made and individually wrapped. He brought out a vegetable tray and condiments, chips to go with them. The mood in the room was just the way it feels to raid the kitchen when you're hungry late at night. Relaxed and chill- just like Abe. Everyone was laughing- some to the point of tears. His dessert was ice cream, of course. Chocolate chip cookie dough, death by chocolate, and Butterfinger. Everyone was primed to climb into bed.
This is where things get fuzzy. I've had just a terrible head cold- is there any other kind? But I can't remember Bill's talk. I hope this doesn't make me a bad person. I'm sure it was something encouraging.