This past Saturday I popped out of bed and jumped in the shower, eager to get the day rolling. We loaded up the car, braved the local Starbucks, and headed down I-81 for an early Christmas visit with our three grandsons and their parents. It was a beautiful sunny day for a drive and Mr. Smith indulged me with Christmas carols on the car stereo, even singing along with a couple of his favorites. He gave Elvis a run for his money on Blue Christmas. When we pulled up to their house, what to our wondering eyes should appear, but three little grandsons offering to help us carry things into their house! Despite their trying to be coy, Mr. Smith and I both knew they were checking for Christmas loot.
We had scheduled this weekend for a visit because Glen Echo Pottery where Emmet takes classes was having their annual holiday pottery sale. Emmet, Mr. Smith, Eli and I loaded up to go to lunch and the sale while the rest of the group went off on their own adventures. After a quick yummy lunch at Cava, we were off to the sale. We meandered through room after room of ceramics. I had a superb grandma time helping Eli with his Christmas shopping. It was fascinating to listen to his thought process of who would like what and why. It’s always a treat to get a little one-on-one time with a grandchild.
When we rendezvoused back home, it was time for Christmas fun. I had brought Wilton Build it Yourself A Puppy for Christmas Gingerbread Doghouse Decorating kits so building those was our first order of business. The boys are no strangers to a craft project and did a great job. Sam was a bit more interested in eating the candy bones than using them to decorate his house, but we all had fun.
The rest of the evening was spent playing a rousing game of Apples to Apples, devouring a platter of tacos and opening Christmas gifts.
As part of Christmas, the boys had received Barnes and Noble gift cards so Sunday morning the three amigos and I headed out to redeem them. After a quick stop in the adjacent Starbucks for a latte for me and a sandwich for Sam, it was up the escalator and on to the toy section of Barnes and Noble. While I was hoping they would want to peruse the book selection, the visions that were dancing in their heads weren’t of sugar-plums or books, they were of toys! They spent a lively half hour selecting their purchases. Then it was back down to Starbucks for hot chocolate and checking out their purchases.
For any grandma in need of a little Christmas cheer, I advise getting a little old driver so lively and quick, loading your sleigh with toys and heading off to visit your grandkids!
C’est la vie.