Jonathan's special Christmas gift to me was a repair kit for my autoharp! He bought all new chording bars with the felt pads so that now I have all the chords! He spent a while Christmas morning switching the old to the new. Before he screwed it all down, he wanted me to strum some chords to make sure everything was all right.
It was not! The chords sounded worse than awful. Every one of them sounded awful. We were appalled. What had gone wrong? Jonathan finally figured out that he had put all the bars in backwards, but it was not his fault. The factory had done it backwards to start with. So, he carefully turned all the bars around, and sure enough, now the notes sounded right! I so appreciated Jonathan doing this for me for a lovely Christmas gift.
Now below are Crystal and Rose on Christmas morning on our way to Grandma's, ready to drop off a Christmas fruit basket and fresh pineapple which we had forgotten to take to some friends the day before when Jonathan and the boys took them a load of firewood. It wasn't quite like the good deed we had just read about in a Christmas story by Louisa May Alcott, when a rich man took a load of firewood and other nice gift items to a poor family, because we were taking the firewood as exchange for help our friend gave us. But still, it was fun to do it on Christmas Eve. The boys and Jonathan helped stack it, and our friend said he would cover up the pile and surprise his wife with it on Christmas morning!
Christmas Eve Day while the boys were helping their dad with the load of firewood, getting hay and other errands, the girls and I went to Elizabeth to buy and bring home the newest addition to our farmette--a French Alpine buck goat. We put him in the back of the van, and he did great coming home. Now he is making friends with our does.