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Monday, December 24, 2007
Christmas Eve, 2007
The Christmas Spirit finally descended upon me today. (That's Younger Brother and Me there. Dig my paisley shirt and my bangs. I think this was 1972)
Lovely Wife went into work today at our church and helped them prepare for tonight's service. Since she left there, she's been at the store buying a few last minute things for tomorrow's Christmas dinner.
We're having Roast Beast, just like the Whos down in Whoville.
The lamps that she wanted for Christmas arrived via UPS in the nick of time. (no pun intended)
I was able to get them out and wrap the two boxes and put them in an out of the way place to add to the suspense. (That's Big Brother and Me on our new bikes in 1970)
When she asks if UPS has shown up yet, I just tell her that the UPS guys usually show up at our home in the late afternoon. That's a true statement, and it allows me to avoid telling her that for once UPS showed up at noon and that her lamps are already wrapped and over beyond the love seat and pretty much out of the line of sight, unless you happen to walk that far into the room.
So all the presents for this year are here and wrapped, except for the dog's toys that she is getting at the store.
The roast beef dinner is bought by now and probably on the way home. I'm watching for her out the window as I type this. (No Christmas is complete without taking a gander at this old pic of Big Sis with her new Bobby Sherman album. Yes, THE Bobby Sherman.)
We're having Louisiana Christmas weather in Florida this year, it's 64F(18C) and raining slowly right now. Almost exactly like many Christmases of my childhood.
I hope that all y'all have a merry, safe, fun, and blessed Christmas this year.
God Bless all of you.
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4 comments:
Here's wishing you a totally pain free Christmas.
I still have that Bobby Sherman album too!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope you had a wonderful holiday.
Your wife's a brave lady to go to the grocery store on Christmas Eve. Our daughter did that and waited in line 30 minutes to buy one item she'd forgotten. She said people were buying whole carts full. "Who shops on Christmas Eve," she whined.
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