Huge Christmas Tree
The neighbor’s lights cast a warm glow over the snow.
This guy has been hated by some and loved by many over the years - I made him out of candy and marshmallows in something like third grade, and he has since hardened into a mass of sugar that just doesn’t seem to decay. He received a place of honor towards the front of the Christmas tree this year: other years he has been relegated to the back of the tree.
These were a gift from my mom to my sister and me (is that correct English?) I know mine (the one not wearing blush) will go on my Christmas tree.
I think I got this when I got my tonsils out.
Charlie Brown Christmas - Every year I tell you to watch this. This year should be no different. It’s on Friday, the 16th of December.
The Reindeer Run is an awesome 5K costumed run every year in early December, with an official “Ho Ho Go” by Santa, etc. I was sick this year, but had still signed up, so I got the lovely race paraphenalia.
I’ve been looking for good music for the Christmas holiday. Christmas music is not always easy to find. Guess what I accidentally stumbled across? The Regis Philbin Christmas Album. Whaaaat? Given the musical careers of Hillary Duff and Lindsay Lohan, I should not be surprised that one only needs achievements in acting in order to record tremendously average music. Listening to the samples of this album was not a pleasant experience: imagine impeccable production mixed with the most stunningly mediocre, digitally corrected ‘singing’ you have ever heard. One review:
This much can be said for break so far: my dreams are getting more interesting. Just this Christmas morning I dreamt I was the leader of an archeological team in the 1930s which was excavating an unopened tomb; we were attempting to remove all the precious objects before being killed by a rebel team. Let me tell you, you think the insides of an Egyptian tomb are creepy in pictures - try being pursued by villains through the columned rooms of the darkest, scariest, most randomly shifting burial ruins that your mind can come up with. Suffice to say, I really was quite awake this morning even though all our presents were opened the evening before.
Going to the Union Gospel Mission was a good thing. For once I had the chance to volunteer without counting it for hours for any clubs or organization. I never really feel like it is volunteering if I am doing it to fulfill hours. We helped pack bags (great duffels donated by Land’s End) with personal care items for the mission’s annual Christmas outreach. I did, for the record, get my hand slammed into a car door. However, it did not even bleed, and it still plays piano fine, so things are well. Later on, it will probably go something like this: “Remember when we went to the Union Gospel Mission?” “Oh yeah, you got your hand slammed into a door.” laughter
Now, we certainly own this videotape, and have watched it numerous times, but there is something about watching A Charlie Brown Christmas on network TV, with commercials. It makes you feel connected to everyone else watching, the same way watching the Superbowl, listening to the radio, or going to a movie does. Below is the email I sent to my sister, informing her of this upcoming annual show of greatness.