Well, was it a Merrie Christmas for you? It was for us.
This was the year to have a red and gold, Angel tree. (last year the trim was all silver) We put up the tree on Sunday and much to my surprise, the 8-year old took the remaining decorations and "decorated" the house. I only hope she can find everything she put up when we take it all down on Three Kings Day. I'm finding pine cones and bells and angels everywhere.
Yesterday, I bought new lampshades for the living room (ones that light will shine through) to replace the old ones which were opaque. Amazing. The rooms I had thought were too dark to use are now brightly lit and welcoming.
Everyone received something for Christmas that was totally a surprise. Nick and Chip got remote-controlled helicopters. and immediately had them buzzing around the living room. The 8-year old got the locket she had always (always?) wanted. And my sister sent me a shawl she had knit herself, along with an old-fashioned wooden stick topped with a painted bead to keep it closed. It's cozy to wear in the evenings when I sit at the computer. Like wearing a warm hug.
Today for dinner, we had ham -- Silver Label Ham -- for the first time in years. yum! Usually we have roast beast and yorkshire pudding.
And now everyone is out in the back yard playing wiffle ball. The 8-year old is getting pretty good at hitting it. If only she wouldn't attempt to hit every ball that passes her -- high/ low/ and inbetween. Oh well, it's exercise -- for her if not for us.
On the writing side -- I got an invitation from an agent to send a full manuscript to her. (and the Lance, the Fire Dog story got rejected. Gotta get that one back out in the mail.)
-wendieO
2 comments:
Merry Christmas, Wendie! Sounds like a British kind of holiday for you...except maybe the wiffle-ball...not sure where that originated.
Congrats on the agent invitation. Fingers crossed!
We have lots of Scots, Welch, and German ancestry so we usually do have a lot of British customs for Christmas.
The Wiffle ball is because there's no way I'd let an 8-year-old hit a softball or baseball near our house. It has too many windows. (17th century stone farmhouse) Wiffleballs won't go very far and have hardly any energy when they land.
-wendieO
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