The dusk before Christmas
Editor's note: Below, a reprint of a special Christmas Eve column, first published on Dec. 24, 2006.
Comes a time on Christmas Eve when something extraordinary happens at my house. Above and beyond what already makes this day so phenomenal, that is. That “something” is the first hint of dusk.
The last-minute shopping is done.
Ample firewood has been gathered and stacked on the front porch for the first part of the long holiday “burn.”
Pine cones, a little sweetener for the kindling, have been collected in the next parklet over.
The dips and deviled eggs and libations are chilling in the fridge. So, too, are the beginnings of the fixin's for the Christmas Day feast.
If it's an early church service to come, the traditional roast beast, seared crispy brown on the outside and tantalizingly medium rare on the inside, has been devoured. As have been the mashed potatoes (1 part potato, 6 parts butter).
Somebody's sneaking a dip of bread into the boat of the remnants of the six-hour gravy.
The dishes otherwise are done.
Some of the illumination engineers in the neighborhood are a tad switch-happy — holographic choo-choo trains chug away down the street; discordant blinking white lights dance across the way.
But most of the outside Christmas lights are not yet on; perhaps those neighbors know the majesty of this moment in time, too.
Inside, the Fraser fir glows in red, yellow, blue and green. A rustle of air from a door closing sends the mini-blades slowly rotating in three decorations that have adorned Christmas trees in this family for six decades or more.
The dogs are sleeping near the fireplace, the flames low and the heat just right.
Brinkley, the younger but larger of the two, surely has visions of gratitude dancing through her head this year. She escaped death after slipping out of her collar and being clipped by a car. She's sore but doing well.
The kitties, having stealthily circled, rest against the dogs' backs. Bailey, the older but smaller dog, snores; the cats purr. Bailey's left eye opens from time to time, a halfhearted attempt to guard the hearth.
Strains of a Christmas carol — Perry Como, circa 1962 — lightly crackle and pop from the newfangled retro turntable. A dime on the tone arm prevents skipping. Some things never change.
The model trains, their rheostats turned low, slowly traverse the platform, under and over the bridges, through the hills and around the lake.
Minuet of nature
As wondrously simple and tranquil as all this inside “activity” is, a phenomenal minuet of nature has begun to unfold in the backyard.
The squirrels have begun scurrying from the top of the hemlocks, performing their death-defying leaps onto the box elder. They've climbed down for a look-see. Up the fence post and across the split rail they go.
The attraction is a gift from the landlord — fresh Christmas seed.
It is a feast of the best sunflower, safflower, millet, sorghum and pine nuts available on the market today. Well, at least that's what the guy at the hardware store told me.
With nary a sound Chip ‘n' Dale & Co. go quickly to work. They must be fans of Clement Clarke Moore. They're going for the striped sunflower seed, selecting the prime ones, falling back on their haunches and savoring each nibble.
A startlingly bright cardinal is not far behind. His first forays are reconnaissance missions. But, soon, those quick darts from the towering blue spruce above are replaced with visits that linger. Either his comfort level has risen or the seed really is that good.
And then, as if on cue in a grade-school Christmas play, come the deer. In the fading light they seem to appear out of nowhere. They've arrived via the terrace — just below the almost-dormant garden still sporting fresh parsley — from the neighbor's high grass where they often bed down.
Deer heads poke over the railing; deer tongues stretch long for a taste. The squirrels hop to the ground, not out of fear but in a sense of sharing, partaking with the unstartled cardinal.
Set now is the sun.
Subtle are the winds.
Sweet is the smell of the crisp air. The smoke from the fireplace indicates someone has just thrown on a well-seasoned piece of apple wood. Perhaps it's Green Delicious.
One by one, the rest of the neighbors' Christmas lights flick on.
The moment is about to end. The dusk before Christmas Eve is gone.
All is calm.
All is bright.
And as Tennyson said: “The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill; Answer each other in the mist.”
Merry Christmas, every one.
Colin McNickle is Trib Total Media's director of editorial pages (412-320-7836 or firstname.lastname@example.org).
Show commenting policy
TribLive commenting policy
You are solely responsible for your comments and by using TribLive.com you agree to our Terms of Service.
We moderate comments. Our goal is to provide substantive commentary for a general readership. By screening submissions, we provide a space where readers can share intelligent and informed commentary that enhances the quality of our news and information.
While most comments will be posted if they are on-topic and not abusive, moderating decisions are subjective. We will make them as carefully and consistently as we can. Because of the volume of reader comments, we cannot review individual moderation decisions with readers.
We value thoughtful comments representing a range of views that make their point quickly and politely. We make an effort to protect discussions from repeated comments either by the same reader or different readers.
We follow the same standards for taste as the daily newspaper. A few things we won't tolerate: personal attacks, obscenity, vulgarity, profanity (including expletives and letters followed by dashes), commercial promotion, impersonations, incoherence, proselytizing and SHOUTING. Don't include URLs to Web sites.
We do not edit comments. They are either approved or deleted. We reserve the right to edit a comment that is quoted or excerpted in an article. In this case, we may fix spelling and punctuation.
We welcome strong opinions and criticism of our work, but we don't want comments to become bogged down with discussions of our policies and we will moderate accordingly.
We appreciate it when readers and people quoted in articles or blog posts point out errors of fact or emphasis and will investigate all assertions. But these suggestions should be sent via e-mail. To avoid distracting other readers, we won't publish comments that suggest a correction. Instead, corrections will be made in a blog post or in an article.
- Lawsuit: Pittsburgh Public Schools should have known officer was abusing boys
- Penguins pushing to sell playoff tickets
- Penguins stars Crosby, Malkin enduring playoff slump
- Development could soon be booming in West End
- Mackey: For Pens’ Winnik, playing with Crosby an ongoing process
- Stakes raised for Pitt spring game
- Steelers visit with Arizona State receiver Strong, claim long snapper
- Missing Sewickley teen found safe
- Marte’s bat, Worley’s arm show improvement in Pirates win
- Butler County new home sales surge in 2014
- Highmark asks patients to ‘Meet Dr. Right’