Seg is sprawled on the living room floor, engrossed in The Littlest Angel.
Primo couldn't wait to get his hands on Four Sides, Eight Nights.
And Terzo keeps looking at the book that plays "Jingle Bells."
Requests to have The Polar Express read out loud tonight have already come.
H is bringing a tree home tonight.
I have most of my shopping done, and the boys' lists, carefully annotated, have been mailed to the North Pole.
Caroling in the churchyard is this evening.
I have started thinking about what to bake for teacher gifts, and have already gorged myself sick on cookies at least once.
So why do I still feel like this guy?
4 comments:
because you need a little christmas. right this very minute.
and not all the worry about prepping and decorating and baking and buying and wrapping and planning and doing. you just need to be in the christmas moment
Have you read Christopher Moore's The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror?
Put the kids to bed. Sit on your sofa and listen to some transcendant Christmas music (the spiritual kind, not the Rudolph kind)with earphones, loudly. Something operatic with orchestra should do the trick.
Primo's book sounds like it is more my holiday than yours???
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