Chrismas Cottage

“Christmas, my child, is love in action.” ― Dale Evans Rogers

In July, my nephew Daniel and his girlfriend Pam picked Trevor and I up and we went out to Lincoln City, Oregon to the beach.  Out here, they call it "The Oregon Coast."  While driving, I noticed a year-round Christmas store.  I told Trevor, "I must go there one day."

Today was the day.  Trevor took me to Lincoln City and we ate Mexican food and went to the Christmas Cottage.  Because of the pandemic, we had to wear masks, and the store was limiting the amount of people that could enter at a time.  

They had so much stuff, everything from cards to ornaments to snow globes, to magnets, etc.  They even had customizable ornaments.

Green Bay Packers Ornament

“I truly believe that if we keep telling the Christmas story, singing the Christmas songs, and living the Christmas spirit, we can bring joy and happiness and peace to this world.” ― Norman Vincent Peale

I ordered these Green Bay Packers NFL ornaments in Trevor's tradition of a new ornament every year.  I received them tonight.  

I know when he comes back to Oregon, he will appreciate our first Packers ornament.  It's our team.  I wish I could use them, but I won't till he comes back.

I can't wait to see his reaction.

Merry Christmas Darling

"Merry Christmas Darling We're apart that's true But I can dream and in my dreams I'm Christmasing with you" -The Carpenters

It's Christmas Day, and though I am staying with Trevor's dad's widow, Tina, I feel lonely.  Christmas doesn't feel the same.  She doesn't put up a tree.  She doesn't buy and wrap gifts.  There's no Christmas music. 

I am, so very much, missing my fiance, Trevor.  He is incarcerated during this time, finishing an old sentence from before we met.  We have 3 more months of waiting for him to parole back to Oregon.  It is our first Christmas apart for the few years we have been together.  He is in Hawaii and I am in Oregon.  This is probably the hardest Christmas, yet.  I will make the best of it.

I miss everything about him.  His smile, his hands, his beard, his presence.  I miss how, even though I tell him NO GIFTS, he still gives me something.  

In the tradition of baking cookies, I have made powdered cherry almond chocolate chip cookies (made this up on my own, with leftover ingredients) and peanut butter chocolate chip cookies.  Wish I could share them with Trevor and my kids.

Chocolate makes it all better, but I would rather have my family.