And so this is Christmas
I guess I did not misbehave as much as I thought this year, because Santa was very good to me! I got books and yarn and a pony and — OK, just kidding, I didn’t get a pony. That’s OK, I’m not that much into horses. But I did get a t-shirt that’s fabulous on two different levels, and lovely yarn, and books (about yarn) and candy and some music and above all, love, and time with my family.
It wasn’t as hard, having Christmas without Rusty, as I was worried it might be. They’re apparently managing his pain well enough that he’s been awake and making jokes, and friends have been in to see him.
We had a lovely Christmas morning with maybe just a little too much bacon (no, never mind, what was I thinking — you can NEVER have too much bacon) and pomosas and stockings and friends and family and presents and scones and coffee cake and coffee and tea and more pomosas.
Then it was home for napping and letting the dogs out to run around, and then it was back for dinner, which I am embarrassed to say I forgot to photograph. Ham and roast beast and peas and carrots and onions and salad with homemade dressing and sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes and green beans and two different kinds of ice cream and pie and cinnamon buns and probably a few things I’ve forgotten about. And good conversation and my lovely friends and family. Good times.
Might you have been on the receiving end of a handmade gift? Then you need to read this. It’s specifically about knitting, but can apply to anything handcrafted. As someone who has given knitted objects and had them be unappreciated, this hits rather close to home.
Lastly, I don’t know that I’ll finish reading anything in the next week, so…
2011 Reading Challenge