{"id":912,"date":"2007-12-27T01:56:00","date_gmt":"2007-12-27T01:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=912"},"modified":"2014-10-01T03:29:54","modified_gmt":"2014-10-01T03:29:54","slug":"one-last-quirky-bit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=912","title":{"rendered":"One last quirky bit"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/12\/briansretrotree.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148450651111787346\" style=\"FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand\" alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/12\/briansretrotree-177x300.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-size:85%;\">So the mayhem of Christmas Day is done and I can sit in my barefeet in my peaceful house and be glad for the quiet again.<\/p>\n<p>It was a day full of relatives and food and I&#8217;ve had my fill of both for a while, I think. I spent the morning at Christmas breakfast with my brothers and then had the in-laws and their babies and family friends and strangers they brought in off the street for the afternoon and into the night. I never would have thought my little house could hold so many! But there was one point during the night when I stood in my kitchen and looked out at the room full of laughing faces and was glad (mostly) for their company; glad at least that they were all together for the first time in a long while. I smiled at that.<\/p>\n<p>I want to share two last things before wandering away for a few days: first a final example of quirkiness found at my brother&#8217;s. Do any of you remember those old-fashioned tinsel trees? Well, Brian bought this one and has it decorated with bubble lights and antique Shiny-Bright ornaments he&#8217;s bought off eBay or pilfered from my dad&#8217;s garage and we all think it&#8217;s the most beautiful thing.<\/p>\n<p>Growing up, we had two xmas trees. The real one in the basement was for us kids; the one upstairs was for show and was a tinsel tree like this, but full size and with one of those color-wheel projection thingies that must have been all the rage at some point in history. God awful at the time, probably, but memory and nostalgia make my brothers and I yearn to find one like it again.<\/p>\n<p>Lastly, a poem of sorts, sent by my brother Kevin. He had meant for me to include it here somehow, but it almost feels too personal to do so. I&#8217;ll post it anyway, with the idea that most of the meaning I read into it may well go right over your heads. I&#8217;m counting on that anyway.<\/p>\n<p>\ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;First Christmas&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Early morning quiet<br \/>Lighted tree<br \/>Waits, anticipates, overcompensates<\/p>\n<p>Sound,<br \/>Little girls feet<br \/>Cold crisp floor<\/p>\n<p>Too young<br \/>To grow up<br \/>To do without<\/p>\n<p>Lights not right<br \/>Don\u2019t hide<br \/>Tears at night<\/p>\n<p>The garland<br \/>On top or underneath?<br \/>Mom knew<\/p>\n<p>The tinsel last<br \/>One at a time<br \/>Mom knew<\/p>\n<p>The wrapping<br \/>Ends folded wrong<br \/>Mom knew<\/p>\n<p>Blue winter jacket<br \/>Too tight<br \/>Mom knew<\/p>\n<p>Holly hobby house<br \/>Bad words<br \/>Stamping feet<\/p>\n<p>Stockings to brim<br \/>With girly things<br \/>An orange way down<\/p>\n<p>No coal this year<br \/><\/em><br \/>One day, I&#8217;ll be up to telling that story, maybe.<\/p>\n<p>Hope it was happy for everyone and that Santa brought all that you&#8217;d hoped for.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So the mayhem of Christmas Day is done and I can sit in my barefeet in my peaceful house and be glad for the quiet again. It was a day full of relatives and food and I&#8217;ve had my fill of both for a while, I think. I spent the morning at Christmas breakfast with &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=912\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">One last quirky bit<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3324,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[21,15,3,2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/912"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=912"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/912\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3324"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=912"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=912"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=912"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}