Merry Christmas.

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Dr. Seuss

“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?”      Dr. Seuss

I am currently firmly wedged in my reading chair, laptop, coffee, and the gnawed upon remains of a home-made cinnamon roll within reachable, gnawing distance.  The boys are building train tracks with their dad; this is their favorite thing: to build.  They are of a different bent than Momsie – every present that is opened must THEN, and I mean RIGHT THEN must be completely assembled.  Like, completely.  So it looks like we have a very full day ahead.

This is fine.  We might stop at some point to eat more cinnamon rolls or maybe summer sausage.  And then perhaps waddle outside to sled down a hill – because with all the sugar we are eating simple gravity should work extra fast for all of us…

Oh, and my husband got me a pair of sock monkey footie pajamas. But that’s a post for another day.  Epic.

And soon I need to hoist myself from my nest and get started on our turkey dinner.  Mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberries…  a regular Cratchit feast.  And the pudding!  Oh the pudding!  Although I do confess I have my doubts about the quantity of flour…  (A Christmas Carol.  Sorry.  I watch it every Christmas and can basically quote the entire thing.)

But right now?   It’s a pleasure to stay wedged in my chair and watch my boys.  Our blessings.

God bless us, everyone.

God bless us, everyone. 

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