What a quiet night it is.
Fierce wind from the West in the afternoon & early evening, but now it is just silent, much too warm, easy, peaceful. No traffic in the village, no noise from the autobahn or the railroad, just a gentle sweep of soft air.
One of the good things on this evening is that I am not expected to do something in the kitchen. Usually I go in and do underling duty, help here & there and get out of the way. This year I was out of the kitchen and it was all good, there were already two chefs doing business, no need for me to hang around. And of course, they did their job very well.
The time in the afternoon or early evening, when the Christkind used to come, now it was used to decorate the tree, a small one of very nice proportions, just ready to take on some old baubles, birds & mushrooms, and finally some candles – yellow ones this year.
All was very relaxed & easy.
I had no presents, as usual – it seems that I am the only one who takes this “no presents”-statement serious – but was given many things, what made me feel a bit ashamed this year, the first time in a long run. The good thing is that I am really not expected to give stuff. But this time I think I feel a bit nagged by meself, ach, next year …
The evening was spent with a very nice supper, and before-through-and-later with a lot of talk and discussion about a lot of different things, from philosophy to politics, memories, actualities, stuff … gentle and carefree : We all around the table are old enough to be gentle and civilized, loving even, to each other, knowing each other pretty well, united in the quest for peace and harmony.
I was presented (among some other things) with a Herrengedeck that includes Single Malt and Cigarillos, very nice and thoughtful, I like it very much.
Usually a “Herrengedeck” is served in a restaurant containing a beer (“Pils”) and a shot (“Schnaps”), or a beer and a glass of champagne ; variations may include a cigar or a cigarillo and a Tequilla, a six-pack of Guiness and a box of Marlboro, depending on the tavern / pub / drinking hole you are in. I also know it as beer, Leberkäsebrötchen, and a shot (“Kurzer” / “Weißer”), but you do not want to go there.
It is a thin line between just getting wasted and enjoying the different tastes of a sophisticated alcoholic product, and I think we mastered this gracefully this evening. The fact that I was given these nice drugs by a young man in whose development and upbringing I was vaguely involved makes me proud. It was not all in vain.
And never in vain was the birth of Our Saviour, at least some of us want to believe this. The older I get, the more I want to believe that every kid born is a chance for the better – HimmelHurenArsch, irgendjemand muss es doch mal besser machen !
Merry Christmas to You All !
Fröhliche Weihnachten, schöne Feiertage !
Just some music : Mr Wynton MARSALIS gives us Embraceable You.
I hope You enjoy it, and have some peaceful days : Love, peace, and understanding !