Connie, that's in the promo material, so I don't know if it needs to be white fonted. It's certainly a selling point.
Very animated Christmas dinner. *Now* my parents find out how much they sacrificed my emotional wellbeing for school. Apparently they feel bad. Now.
Lots of heated discussion, since the election is before the new year.
My head hurts and I want to go bed, but guests are still here.
My sister no doubt hates me, since she just did the washing up, after nine people. We have a dishwasher, but still.
Any Buffistas in Berkeley, Indianapolis, Milwaukee, or surrounding Chicago areas looking for work? Half Price Book Stores in those areas are looking for FT workers.
I just held an Olympic gold medal!
VERY COOL!
My daughter basically implied that she knows Santa does exist, but she enjoys the belief all the same.
When my kids made the transition, they were happy to go along with "believing". Shoot, they still flip between helping me Santa shop and being excited to see what Santa put in their stockings.
We just had Chinese food and K-Bug has already gone off to bed. She has to be at work at 2am to prep for the after Christmas sales.
I have to admit, probably to no one's surprise, that I not only never believed in Santa, but I also felt it was my responsibility to torpedo the belief for everyone else. I still have a strangely difficult time with the concept (basically, I don't see why you need to believe in magic to have it), and I'd never raise a child that way. I couldn't get the words out of my mouth with sincerity.
Turkey dinner went well. People could have acted a little less surprised at how well it went.
We had deer come and visit us in my sister's back yard for Christmas.
Tom Scola, are you Snow White? Do birds dress you in the morning?
Darn it, looked for a "like" button on Sue's post.
aurelia, that is super cool.
Burrell, insent.
We still get stockings. There's no pretense of Santa, but we get stockings filled with candy and nuts and an orange, and this year a wee sock monkey ornament! Maybe if there are ever grandchildren, the stockings will stop. But maybe not!
It's been a good Christmas. No meltdowns, no arguments, good gifting, and I think we made it the whole day without a cat getting sick. That is a Christmas miracle in itself. Tomorrow the whole family sees the new Muppets movie!! Yay.
Tom Scola, are you Snow White? Do birds dress you in the morning?
No, but my 10yo niece went outside and got pretty close to the deer before they ran away.
We believe in Santa in my house. The boys got toiletries among other stuff in their stockings this year. They both really got a kick out of Santa giving them deodorant. neither of the boys are really into sweets so they get a mix of things every year.
Aw, Sue. I'm glad it was delicious, at least!
Santa in my family home gets more half-assed by the year -- good thing I've started contributing. I may just take it over from my mother next year, now that my father can't. Edit: And by "it" of course I mean the stockings.
