Knives: What This Christmas Seems To Be About

This Christmas I got knives. I got two in a stocking. I got a long, pointy cheese knife in my “Box of Christmas Gifts”. And I got a knife sharpening kit.

I woke up much earlier than I really wanted to, somewhere around 9 a.m. because the dog makes a strangely accurate, if insensitive alarm clock. There’s no saying no to a puppy-dog face, even if you’ve had less than the fully allotted eight hours. He knows how this works.

I went downstairs and had my usual Christmas cookies for breakfast, and resisted the urge to start the Mimosa and Christmas cookies for breakfast tradition. (Looking back, I think I regret this. What a great tradition that could be!) I tried to stay quiet, since there were more people in the house this morning than normal and I didn’t want to wake them.

Then I got down to Business. I started sharpening knives.

A lot of things went through my head as I sharpened every knife in the block, plus some others I knew were hiding in drawers. Knife sharpening can be very meditative.


Swooosh… Swooosh… Swooosh… 

“I wonder why people thought that knives would be the perfect thing to give me this year…”

Swooosh… Swooosh… Swooosh…

“I’m going to have to get my OTHER knives from work and bring them home to be sharpened…”

Swooosh… Swooosh… Swooosh…

“I hope that the extra people in the house don’t hear the sound of knives sharpening on Christmas morning and worry for their lives, or their yet-unopened Christmas gifts…”

Swooosh… Swooosh… Swooosh…


~ by jesstracey on December 26, 2011.

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