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Right on the cusp of it all, I've finally figured it out, this year's Mighty Christmas Malaise:  It's the realization that no matter what I do, Christmas will come anyway.  It's going to arrive, and it's going to go, whether I've encased the toilet tank in flashing lights or failed to produce a single wrapped package.  We're not expecting any guests until a party of one on New Year's Eve:  Who was going to care?

So I told myself that I would fill a bowl with water and plop four star-shaped candles within, because floating fire = AWESOME, but I would not send a Christmas card to my ex-boyfriend's sister-in-law's cousin, because I just wasn't Feeling It this year.  Releasing myself from such self-imposed Christmas regulations freed me right up to bake cookies for my sister's family.

This, then, was The True Meaning Of Christmas.  Will The Small Child Nephew, when asked what he wanted from Santa Claus this year, responded:  "Cookie."  (His brother, older and wiser, requested a horse, but as when St. Nick visited earlier this month, it is only acceptable for Santa to enter the house as long as he doesn't come upstairs where Jim is.  His instructions are to arrive via the fake gas-powered fireplace, deposit the free stuff, and depart immediately.)

As it happens, Will is a fan of my pissed-off green tree cookies.  He requested one specifically, bypassing the pantry and reaching for the counter where the container was kept.  Then he sat in his big-boy seat, ate his tree very carefully, and wandered adult to adult, beseeching more.  But the cookies were gone, so he later announced his dissatisfaction by filling his diaper.

Its contents were green.

the gift that keeps on giving at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com

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Feliz Navidad, MB , Josh & The Readers :-)

December 24, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterred pill junkie

Happy Christmas to you and the hubster, MB! Blessings for the New Year, too.

December 24, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAnne from Iowa

I'm with Will and Jim. I want a pony and cookies. But since I live in a town, I'll settle for the cookies.
Merry Christmas MB and Readers

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