It’s Christmas Eve, and we at Casa de Aggie will be cooking and baking and watching Christmas movies and praying for our families and our friends.
Merry Christmas to all, and may you rejoice in the Season, and blessings shower you in the coming year.
Wishing you love and happiness,
Aggie
I have a lot to do today. It’s Sunday before Christmas, and though I am almost done with wrapping, I have given up all hope of even going to the post office to mail stuff out. I reconcile myself with the thought that the recipients will be so thrilled to get presents after Christmas so that they can celebrate it again. It’s a weak excuse, but it helps to salve my conscience.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m usually done shopping for Christmas the February before. It’s the boxing up, and addressing, and actually dealing with the post office that’s a big sciatic pain. And having had several bad experiences with damaged items, I am loathe to go. But I will go, once the rush is over.
For now, I have to gather the kidlets and take them to the deserted mall. Afterwards I’ll take myself to the wine cabinet 😉
The other day, Hubby and I were chatting through Skypeâ„¢ when he asked me a most unusual question.
What do you want for Christmas??
I drew a blank.
You see, Hubby stopped shopping for Christmas waaaaaaaay back in 1994. That’s when he married me, see? So since I would do the shopping, most of the time I would also shop for myself. Not always, and he does a good job when he shops for me. But since he is in the middle of a desert, it’s hard for him to actually go shopping, even online. So the fact that he asked me threw me for a loop. I have a gift for quick recovery, though. So, without further ado, here’s my list of Things I Want For Christmas, But Will Probably Not Getâ„¢:
That’s pretty much it. I can’t think of any other material things that I really want. But Hubby home early would be perfect.
Anyone have Santa’s email address?? 😉
Last Saturday night, I was invited to a wine party hosted by a friend, where we would be participating in a gift exchange involving ornaments. We had a great time, and if anyone ever gets the opportunity to form a wine club, do so!! Yes, it’s mostly ladies who meet, but the gentlemen also have to opportunity to be fawned over and treated as kings of the moment.
Wine does that to women, you know.
Anyway, because I am the only one of the group that doesn’t live in the neighborhood, I have to drive, so my alcohol intake is very minute. At most, I drink maybe half a glass, and then just have water. When I get home, I will then have a glass of wine before bed. That’s pretty harmless, unless you happen to get a phonecall from a friend.
Friend: I was wondering if you could do me a favor.
Me: Sure, what’s up?
Friend: I have a gift exchange coming up, and I would like to give something more personal than a gift card.
Me: What did you have in mind?
Friend: Well, one of your canvases would be perfect.
Me: Oh sure! I can do one. Any theme in particular you would like?
Friend: Christmas, or Harley Davidson?
Me: Christmas it is…
So now I have yet another project to do this week. That makes about 20. But most of them are ornaments like this one:
Busy week for me, but at least I’ll be doing something I love, right?
I just hope I don’t glue myself to the chair…again…. 😉
I have a quandary. This being a Hungarian-Puerto Rican family here, we obviously observe a faux German tradition*. We are extremely hoi polloi here. Anyway, tradition holds that you hang a green pickle ornament on the tree on Christmas Eve, and whichever child finds it, gets a special gift.
Found here!
This year, a complaint was filed by Little One against this so-called tradition. You see, her sister is 5′ 8″, and her brother 5′ 10″, and she is still in the “Pocket Venus” range of 5′ 2″, putting her mad searching skillz at a disadvantage. In her opinion, such a tradition is severely biased against the shortest member of the family and, as such, should be banned.
I told her this is the Empire of Aggieâ„¢, and the ACLU has no jurisdiction here.
She wisely relented, but asked that I give consideration to her plight, which translated means that she whined until I told her to shut it. But since they all want a shot at the special gift, I have decided that the pickle shall be hidden somewhere in the living room, giving everyone even odds of finding it.
And giving me peace and quiet around here 🙂
*It is celebrated here in the US as a German tradition, but oddly, my friends in Germany have never heard of it, and I found no stories in Bavaria to account for it.
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