Originally posted on Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 8:25pm ·
Ah, tis the season full of folly and
a time to be joyful. At this time of year I hope that you too are enjoying the
flurries of guests (mostly relatives you met once when you were four), and the
assembly line delivery of desserts. Mmm.
This is the first break where I have no job and I don't have to get stuff done over the break for the next semester. I guess that means that this is my first actual vacation in a long time. - That's kinda sad.- That means that I have much more time for sleeping, helping my mom and grandma with presents, and witnessing the silliness of my family.
The other day my sister Stephie (5) declared that she didn't believe in Santa. How could she? She knew for a fact that Santa's reindeer can't fly. She had a bag of magic reindeer feed that her teacher gave her, but she knows it's just glitter and oatmeal. A while later I was told about this incident and I looked over to ask if it was true.
Me: So, you don't believe in Santa anymore, Steph? Oh man, you might be on the naughty list this year....
Steph: (suddenly looking bashful) NO, I DO believe in Santa....I do....but just for Christmas.
Whew, so that crisis was averted.
On a kind of fun note, this holiday has been a time of knitting, crocheting, sewing, ironing, and Scrabble-ing with my mom and her mom. Three generations of word-smart, crafty women getting to share Christmastime together. A Scrabble tip, "craud" is not German for crowd.
Accommo vignette
Chris: (offering plastic eating utensils) Hey Jared, you wanta spoon?
Jared: Uh, no?....
This is the first break where I have no job and I don't have to get stuff done over the break for the next semester. I guess that means that this is my first actual vacation in a long time. - That's kinda sad.- That means that I have much more time for sleeping, helping my mom and grandma with presents, and witnessing the silliness of my family.
The other day my sister Stephie (5) declared that she didn't believe in Santa. How could she? She knew for a fact that Santa's reindeer can't fly. She had a bag of magic reindeer feed that her teacher gave her, but she knows it's just glitter and oatmeal. A while later I was told about this incident and I looked over to ask if it was true.
Me: So, you don't believe in Santa anymore, Steph? Oh man, you might be on the naughty list this year....
Steph: (suddenly looking bashful) NO, I DO believe in Santa....I do....but just for Christmas.
Whew, so that crisis was averted.
On a kind of fun note, this holiday has been a time of knitting, crocheting, sewing, ironing, and Scrabble-ing with my mom and her mom. Three generations of word-smart, crafty women getting to share Christmastime together. A Scrabble tip, "craud" is not German for crowd.
Accommo vignette
Chris: (offering plastic eating utensils) Hey Jared, you wanta spoon?
Jared: Uh, no?....
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