|Leftovers from Wednesday night "supper"|
Finally, we did. Two of them.
The news office is closed now till Jan. 2nd.
Emil is home for a few days. I've got him busy in the kitchen, de-greening a couple packs of rinsed strawberries for me to make freezer jam.
Otherwise I intend to be completely lazy.
No sugar cookies, no whipped shortbread, no caramel corn (I've OD'd on the making of it), no almond rocha, no nuts 'n' bolts, no lefse.
No Christmas tree, no lights, no ornaments brought from storage, though my Wise Men beeswax candles are within easy reach in the china cabinet. Maybe I'll find a place to set them out. It's the least I could do as a nod to the season.
Unlike last year at this time, when I dug for YouTube videos of the earworm I had, O Beautiful Star, and collected them.
Here you go; there's a buttload to listen to (and watch) on this page:
As a matter of fact, I may give them a spin myself; maybe some Christmas spirit will rub off on me.
I did hear, thanks to my friend Julie who posted the video on the Stubblejumpers Café webpage, Andrea Bocelli singing I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas. It made me cry and miss my mother.