Amaretto di Saronno in dark chocolate hot chocolate…warm jammies with polka dots…Christmas music (Oh, that Andrea Bocelli singing When a Child is Born)…the scent of ham and cloves wafting from the oven…and the babies fighting and tumbling across the room yowling and hissing and spitting in mock battle with each other. Thank God I have no tree for them to tear apart limb by limb.
At any rate, Christmas in this house isn’t the usual fare. No tree. No presents. No lights. No Motley. The new year is looking like a hunt for a mobile home to buy. Long story with good points and bad. No idea of the outcome either. Hoping for a HEA (happily ever after) though.
Still, I’m grateful for friends. For all of you who read me in a reader and have been coming here since the beginning. Click on the video on the front of this blog. That video is for YOU. So is this…
Have a good one everyone!