newbuzz...One more day to finish out the workweek and then we are in full Christmas mode. In a few short days, it will all be over and we will pack up the season and wait again until next year. For tonight there are a couple traditions to enjoy.
By the glow of the light strands on the house, I can peek out the window and see a soft, fluffy snow falling. I am snug in my jammies with a dog in my lap and my husband nearby. We are watching the 1947 version of Miracle on 34th Street and enjoying a Tom and Jerry before bedtime.
The Tom and Jerry at Christmas is a tradition I remember from childhood. My grandpa would make the egg and sugar batter from scratch and it was served in a big bowl to the adults. A shot of brandy, a shot of rum, a big spoon of batter plopped in a mug. Then the mug was filled to the brim with hot water and nutmeg from a whole clove was freshly grated over it. When I was a kid it looked so good and smelled wonderful. One sip told me all I needed to know and I would not try it again until I was long into adulthood. Now I enjoy the sweet, strong drink as much as I enjoy the memories of days past that go along with it. Someday I'll make the homemade batter and freshly grate the clove of nutmeg. For now I use modern conveniences.
The movie is delightful though younger folks may be more familiar with the 1994 version. I am a baby boomer and we really watched television growing up, especially over the holidays. I remember the days when gifts were for birthdays and Christmas and nothing in between. This old fashioned movie speaks to my childhood and with a Tom and Jerry in hand and a dog in my lap, I am peaceful and Merry.
