Sunday, December 19, 2004
Dear People-for-whom-I
-got-gifts-in-my-midnight
-exhaustion-resulting-in
-anxious-gift-buying-fervor,
They are all going to be late. Most are sitting on the floor of my room. The lucky ones are wrapped. The unlucky ones are MIA, having been left in the front room all night. The truely serendipitous bit of the morning was when I found that some had made their way into shipping boxes. Go figure, ne? Anyhow, do not despair. I haven't even bought the twins' presents yet- although with all the Christmas spirit they've been showing I'm not feeling terribly anxious in that department.
This year's tree is the best we've ever had. I take all credit, although Samantha strung the lights and Stephanie helped pick out the tree. Finally, the multi-coloured mess of blinky and not-blinky has been replaced. Our stockings are hung in the family room, whilst the tree stands in the living room because it has to be near a window so that a passerby might glimpse it, right? There was some debate on that issue. If only the fireplace was in the front room, so many problems might be solved. Namely our television issue. But that is a story for a different letter-slash-blog-entry.
Also I have recently discovered Italian sodas (raspberry tastes better than caramel). At Taylor's Mug, our local decent coffee-and-coffee-related-beverage-joint in the next town over they have musicians and bands and an occasional troubadour adorning their corner. There was this guy, and his name was Guy (behind him, out the window, is Santa Claus). He played a quite cool set of Beatles and Buffet and Eagles and Classic Christmas miscellany. During our outing we ignored the fact that there was an iron on at home. I did a crossword, Mother read the paper, Stephanie(fresh from marching in the Christmas parade) and Sophie just kinda hung out. But none of us could resist peeking at the elton-john-meets-jerry-springer-lookalike who also liked the musical stylings of the guy named Guy.
I will post about the parade(s) perhaps later. There was quite a lot of candy. I like to think that it was the town's way of making up for the Halloween that Wasn't.
Love and Peppermint,
Sonya
-- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 19.12.04 ) .
-got-gifts-in-my-midnight
-exhaustion-resulting-in
-anxious-gift-buying-fervor,
They are all going to be late. Most are sitting on the floor of my room. The lucky ones are wrapped. The unlucky ones are MIA, having been left in the front room all night. The truely serendipitous bit of the morning was when I found that some had made their way into shipping boxes. Go figure, ne? Anyhow, do not despair. I haven't even bought the twins' presents yet- although with all the Christmas spirit they've been showing I'm not feeling terribly anxious in that department.
This year's tree is the best we've ever had. I take all credit, although Samantha strung the lights and Stephanie helped pick out the tree. Finally, the multi-coloured mess of blinky and not-blinky has been replaced. Our stockings are hung in the family room, whilst the tree stands in the living room because it has to be near a window so that a passerby might glimpse it, right? There was some debate on that issue. If only the fireplace was in the front room, so many problems might be solved. Namely our television issue. But that is a story for a different letter-slash-blog-entry.
Also I have recently discovered Italian sodas (raspberry tastes better than caramel). At Taylor's Mug, our local decent coffee-and-coffee-related-beverage-joint in the next town over they have musicians and bands and an occasional troubadour adorning their corner. There was this guy, and his name was Guy (behind him, out the window, is Santa Claus). He played a quite cool set of Beatles and Buffet and Eagles and Classic Christmas miscellany. During our outing we ignored the fact that there was an iron on at home. I did a crossword, Mother read the paper, Stephanie(fresh from marching in the Christmas parade) and Sophie just kinda hung out. But none of us could resist peeking at the elton-john-meets-jerry-springer-lookalike who also liked the musical stylings of the guy named Guy.
I will post about the parade(s) perhaps later. There was quite a lot of candy. I like to think that it was the town's way of making up for the Halloween that Wasn't.
Love and Peppermint,
Sonya
-- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 19.12.04 ) .