December 28, 2009
Am married to a New Englander who longs for snow beginning in November. Luckily, there's plenty of it here in Mammoth, California. While Husband and Son freeze on mountain and stand in lift lines, I sip my tea, savor a delicious brownie from the Looney Bean, and give thanks for indoor heating and free internet access. Have a good book, good friends, good family. What else does one need for a Merry Christmas? Can now totally slack off till January 3rd. Won't you join me?
December 23, 2009
Have been woefully neglectful of my Christmas Countdown and I do apologize. Would like to say that I'm so busy caroling, decorating, and joy mongering that have not had time to write and reflect - but that is patently not true. I have, however, noted some unusual behavior in my house these past few days. Husband brought home Christmas tree, unprompted, and strung it with lights. My son, back from college, joined us for dinner three nights in a row. He did mention something about horrible dorm food, but still, I was very grateful for his presence. Even more amazing, he purchased and wrapped a Christmas gift for his father without twenty reminders. As it...
December 15, 2009
These endless stories about holiday weight gain are just silly - everyone knows the only practical way to manage holiday stress is with peppermint bark and chocolate. In fact, it's entirely possible that Christmas cookies are preserving my mental health. If I wasn't indulging in vast quantities of sugar, how would I cope? I know from experience that on January 2nd I will be sick of sweets and craving a savory vegetable soup. Until then I have Marion's English Toffee bars to tide me over. As long as I loosen my jeans.
December 14, 2009
My neighbor Herb has no less than 10 Christmas teddy bears, 8 angels and 6 nutcrackers - just in his breakfast room alone! If you multiply that by five hundred you can imagine the rest of his house. Oh, and add a working Lionel train set complete with smoke. Rain or shine, recession or boom time, Herb is always jolly at this time of year. Have decided that he must have been born with a Merry Christmas gene. How else to explain this steadfast cheeriness? And how else to rationalize my lack of it?