Candles in the window
,carols on the spinet,
Yes, we need a little Christmas,
right this very minute.
It hasn't snowed a single flurry,
but, Santa, dear, we're in a hurry.....
La, mein peasants!
I promise next week to do a Picture Saturday.
As it is, it's been like two or three weeks and I feel ashamed. (Or maybe you're all just like, "Hurray, she hasn't bragged about her drawings in a while! Wooooooooo!")
Whatever.
You know that song.... "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! Eeeeeverywhere you go."
That's a load of bull where I am.
With us, it's more like, "Is hasn't snowed a single flurry, but Santa dear, we're in a hurry."
We were supposed to have a giant snow storm this week. It was all over the news, "IT'S GONNA BE HUGE. PREPARE YOURSELVES. GET YOUR SHOVELS. BUY TIRE CHAINS. YOU DRIVE, YOU DIE. IT'S GONNA BE EPIC. THREE FEET OVERNIGHT. STOCK UP ON FOOD, YOU COULD STARVE.
Wanna know how much snow we ended up getting?
What are we gonna do with all of it?!? Lucky we were prepared, right? Hate to be snowed in.
We could see the storm clouds, we could smell the snow. And the clouds looked down at beautiful Lake Tahoe and went, "Nah, I can hold it til the next rest stop." and passed by this particular turn off.
I'm grouchy about that. I stare at the sky like, "SNOW YOU FREAK."
Suddenly my inspiration for this post petered out.
Let's see. I've been aggressively trying to cram in all my favorite Christmas movies and TV show specials before the Big Day. I'm very emotional over them. Like, "Ohmygosh. He gave her a present." *grabs tissue* "This movie is just... so good."
Okay, so maybe I'm not that bad, but I'm definitely getting all sniffly over lame, cheesy Christmas movies. It's embarrassing, really.
Speaking of lame Christmas movies, Le Sammi Bender spent the night and showed us Santa Claus. (No, I didn't sniffle over it. I'm not that freaking emotional.)
That movie is dumb. But it had these funny bits that made me snortle like an idiot. And I like snortling.
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| Sammi, Kat, Le me |
I literally started singing that song from Calamity Jane.
I've got two wonderful arms
I've got two wonderful lips,
I'm over twenty-one, and I'm freeeeee.
OH I've got a hive full of honey.
For the right kind of honey. Bee.
And Sammi just sat there looking at me like:
Yeah, that's why we're best friends.
My niece made her First Communion today.
She was so excited, her veil was literally trembling, and it was so cute. And I'm sitting behind her like, "God is so good. I'm so blessed. I NEED TO BE HOLY, OH MY GOSH."
One of my favorite Christmas stories is The Gift of the Magi, but I like the version illustrated by PJ Lynch because it's beautiful. It's the cutest, sweetest Christmas story! You should read it.
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Guys, I literally just took a break writing, because my family was having a folded-up-socks version of a snowball fight.
Imagine the setting: A cozy livingroom, a crackling fire, companionable company. And then BOOM, folded socks flying, smashing people's heads and breathless giggling because the Pater is sleeping we don't want to wake him up. Merherherher. Reasons why my family is better than your family.
*cough*
I wrapped loads of pressies the other day. I'm almost done with the shopping. I only have two more people to buy for, and a couple little side gifts I need to get. Everyone else is done, and it makes me so ridiculously happy. I dunno. There's something super fabulous about wrapping presents and singing along with Christmas music.
It's like:
*cuts wrapping paper* "Angels we haaaave heeeeard on hiiiiigh!" *tapes packages* "Sweetly singing oooo'er the plaaaaiins!" *fabulously sticks on ribbons* "Aaand the mountainsss iiin replyyyyy!" *aggressively writes labels* "Echoing their joyous straaaain! GLOOOOO-OO-OO-OOORIAAA, IN EXCELIS DEEEOOOO." *proceeds to next package*
It's fun. And I like the way my pressies turned out.
On the topic of Christmas music... I'm obsessed with Baby It's Cold Outside. I'd never really cared for it until last year. And this year, I've got it playing on repeat, practically. Even my three year old niece is like, "TRESSIE. NO." And then I spend the whole day, frantically singing both parts.
I really can't staaaaaaa--But baby it's cold outside!
I've got to go 'waaaa--But baby it's cold outside!
This evening has--Been hoping that you'd drop in--
SOO very niiice--I'LL hold your hands, they're just like--
My mother will start to wor--BEAUTIFUL what's your hur--
You get the idea?
We plan to paint the windows sometime next week.
We're having Midnight Mass at our house, because we're a mission parish, and we has no church to use at midnight.
I'm excited.
I getting distracted by my sisters and mom having tickle fights.
Yeah, we're weird.
That's all.
Bai.
