Today is the third day of Christmas, and formerly, in Christianity, the period from Christmas Day until the Epiphany (Three Kings) was considered a secret time, the most magical period of the year. Today I had a magical moment. We went to the movies, all except my little Chubbers, who stayed with our kind neighbors, and after I picked her up, and prepared her for bed, I settled down in the rocking chair. I asked her what she wanted, and she only patted my chest and gave me a mischievous look. I nursed her, with Enya singing her Winter songs in the background, highlighted by the soft sighs of my sleeping Cangri. I nursed my big baby, and then the dogs started barking.
Jeff came running to the room saying excitedly, "There are deers in our front yard!!!!" and I looked out of the window and saw them, the silhouette of three magnificent deer, walking on the white street, illuminated by our Christmas lights and the moonlight. "They're Santa's deer!" Jeff said, and the children oohed and ahed and Swan asked me what they were doing. "They're hungry. They're looking for food," I said. Chubbers looked at me matter-of-factly and told the deer, in her hoarse sleepy little voice, "Wait! We have Lucky Charms!!!"
We all laughed, and Jeff and the older kids went downstairs to play with their puppets, and I went back to the rocking chair, my baby who hummed "Oh Emmanuel" while she tried to nurse. And I felt peace, and contentment. Our king is born, and I felt his peace tonight.