Column: Christmas, for some, means mixers, female reindeer, PJs
By now, the presents we had carefully wrapped have been ripped open. The tree is probably drying up. No doubt we spent and ate too much, but what the heck, Christmas comes but once a year. It might have been a bit stressful, but at least I wasn't cutting metal mixer blades out of my hair.
That's right, a woman in Prescott (name withheld to protect the embarrassed) was using her electric mixer to make her "special" cheesecake for Christmas. She took the blades out of the batter, holding them upside down and turning them off while she was adding another ingredient, when disaster struck. She ended up inadvertently bumping the "on" switch and the evil mixers grabbed the ends of her shoulder length hair, working their way up to her scalp. She finally unplugged the beast, but now had two metal mixers sticking out of her head. All her husband could do was laugh (another beast), while it took him thirty minutes to pull and "trim" the blades out of the woman's hair. Yikes. imagine being attacked by a mixer! That terrifying thought could cause some of us to never bake again!
On another note, did you know that Santa's sleigh was pulled by a bunch of lady reindeers? A woman in Chino Valley emailed me to point out that Santa's reindeers had to be an all female crew. She said according to the Alaska Fish and Game, male reindeers shed their antlers during winter months and the females retain their antlers until after giving birth in the Spring. She went on to say that, "we should have known that only females could drag a man in a red suit around the world and not get lost!" So, let's give credit to the girls. Hmm . . Rudolf is actually Ruby?
Oh, I happened to see Santa and the reindeers at the North Pole last week, and it was everything I imagined. Yes, I had the experience of going on the Polar Express (Grand Canyon Railway) with my daughter and grandson. It was quite an enchanted adventure. There were hundreds of children in pajamas and bathrobes, thousands of Christmas lights illuminating the night, a slow moving train filled with elves serving hot cocoa and cookies, plus a very jolly Santa merrily passing out bells from his sleigh.
But, Dear Readers, the strangest sights of all were the adults wearing pajamas. That's right, I saw a middle-aged man in red plaid pajamas sitting on the train with his grandkids. Many a parent and grandparent were in PJs and robes, which was a little weird. Kids look adorable in velveteen robes, but adults? I saw one lady with her pajamas and robe trying to chase after her two kids who were running wild. Forget the robe! No, it takes jeans and boots to outrun a child. Pajamas do have their place, like at home in front of the fire!
Now that Christmas is behind us, the memories of another Day of Giving may linger on for years to come. A man emailed me to say that he and a group of cowboys helped find, round-up and care for an abandoned horse that had been left wandering, cold and hungry in the hills around Skull Valley. Thousands of families and children received their food baskets and blankets with teddy bears from the Yavapai Food Bank and Blankets 4 Kids last week. Churches and shelters gave generously to those in need. Families sang, ate, prayed and opened gifts together. Our servicemen and women came home. We cooked dishes and baked treats that only grace our table once a year. And we gave. A man in Chino Valley sold his beloved, old motorcycle, so he could buy his wife the saddle she wanted for her horse. The wife sold the horse, so she buy her husband a new helmet and leather jacket. Perhaps not the Christmas presents that they had expected, but when things are done out of love, nothing is more grand.
Now we get ready to take down the tree, pack away those ornaments, and ponder the New Year. There are still some cookies and treats left to munch on, gifts to return, errands to run, but hopefully we can get a few more kisses while standing under the wilting mistletoe. Let's not be bothered by the threat of a runaway mixer stopping our future baking efforts, or the spectacle of adults wearing pajamas spoiling a perfectly good train ride. After all, this season reminds us that there is a new beginning around the corner, a child that believes, a horse that was found, love to share and probably more eggnog.
Judy Bluhm is a writer and local Realtor. She lives in Skull Valley. If you have a story, email Judy at firstname.lastname@example.org.