First thing, I just wanted to note that the subject line here is wholly for Heather's benefit or detriment (negligible but amiable needling between husband and wife). You see, it drives Heather crazy when her favorite singer, other than Celine Dion, namely Karen Carpenter, uses the word ‘Christmas’ as a verb. As a self-styled affiliate of the grammar police, it is annoying, but I overlook the English language syntax mishandling long enough to play Carpenters songs whenever Heather is within earshot of the music. Ugh, where in the wild, wild world of sports are my earplugs? =)
We put up the Christmas tree in the basement, but it still needs the ornaments. I am guessing that by the time we finish it, and put up the large tree upstairs, Heather's brother and mom will be doing much of the decorating, indubitably aided, by Gabriel and the cats. I note here a potent extrasensory presentiment that sometime later this month, either Heather or I will walk by the Christmas tree late at night, half-asleep, and will abruptly become conscious of a cat's face peering back at us from about six or eight feet off the ground, snugly perched within the branches of the Christmas tree. Okay... full disclosure time: I am not psychic, but Heather will tell you that I am 'one with the cats'. Further, the last few years' Yuletide experiences have revealed that the cats enormously love to climb, and occasionally, to sleep, up near the peak of the Christmas tree. For this reason (along with the fact that we have two boys), we do not have any fragile ornaments on exhibit in our home. Maybe someday, but for now, lots of resin decorations, mostly the characters from the ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’ movies, adorn the tree.
Heather could not access her blog account, but I reset it for her today. Undoubtedly, as soon as I desert the PC, she will start writing. That is okay by me, since I do most of the blog entries here. Encourage her to write! I may write more later, as I need to run an errand. Ho ho ho (and other Christmas salutations).
We put up the Christmas tree in the basement, but it still needs the ornaments. I am guessing that by the time we finish it, and put up the large tree upstairs, Heather's brother and mom will be doing much of the decorating, indubitably aided, by Gabriel and the cats. I note here a potent extrasensory presentiment that sometime later this month, either Heather or I will walk by the Christmas tree late at night, half-asleep, and will abruptly become conscious of a cat's face peering back at us from about six or eight feet off the ground, snugly perched within the branches of the Christmas tree. Okay... full disclosure time: I am not psychic, but Heather will tell you that I am 'one with the cats'. Further, the last few years' Yuletide experiences have revealed that the cats enormously love to climb, and occasionally, to sleep, up near the peak of the Christmas tree. For this reason (along with the fact that we have two boys), we do not have any fragile ornaments on exhibit in our home. Maybe someday, but for now, lots of resin decorations, mostly the characters from the ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’ movies, adorn the tree.
Heather could not access her blog account, but I reset it for her today. Undoubtedly, as soon as I desert the PC, she will start writing. That is okay by me, since I do most of the blog entries here. Encourage her to write! I may write more later, as I need to run an errand. Ho ho ho (and other Christmas salutations).
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