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This year Rosanna and I decided (for a few reasons) not to do gifts this year for ourselves,  friends or family (sorry friends and family!)  I did happen to notice that Santa made an early stop at our place and filled the stockings.  That guy kicks ass.

Rosanna has been spending a lot of time in the craft room… the sewing machine has been going non stop and there are scraps of fabric, yarn and paper strewn about when I take a peek. I dare not go in such a “woman zone” as it might have some awful effect on me like sipping tea or Secret underarm deodorant.  She’s also been doing a ton of baking which I think has been one of the main reason my pants don’t fit anymore.

Me?  I haven’t been riding much, obviously.  I hate riding on the trainer or the rollers so it has forced me into a month of eating, drinking, guitar playing and finishing up some website templates for the new team site.  The new kits finally came in and they are suh-weeet.

I have the hardest time looking back on my life and pulling specific memories from my christmases while growing up.  Besides the leftover bow we stick onto the dog’s butt to drive her nuts until it finally fell off, I can’t pull anything out.  It’s mostly the days leading UP to that day.  The holiday school break, the lights dad used to put on the two trees out front (he used to be able to do it standing, then a stool, then a ladder… damn those trees!)


I just remembered one.  Evan and I had our stockings hung on our bedpost Christmas eve.  When we FINALLY fell asleep our parents would sneak in, take our stockings to the dining room fill them with a tangerine, candy and the dumbest little entertaining presents they coould find.  Let me say that when I call them dumb, I don’t mean it in any way derogatory, they were usually cheap, interesting and well thought out.  About 4 or 5 in the morning you could hear the crinkling of tissue paper and wrapping from the rooms and then the creak of a door as either Evan or I would sneak into the others to show off the goods.  Mom and Dad were VERY smart to make them all about the same type of gift (just a different color) so we wouldn’t fight over them.  By the time Evan and I were bored with the stocking stuffers it was late enough in the morning to wake up the parents and head on down the hall to open the rest of the gifts along with a big breakfast and then a nap before football.

Evan and I always received great gifts from Santa and our family but one thing I notice when I look back is that it wasn’t always about the gifts.  We did FAMILY stuff.  When we were super young we would go out and chop down our tree together.  When fake trees became “real” enough, we would help dad chop down the tree in the attic and haul it down to the living room then it was dad who put up the lights and Mom, Evan and myself who put on the ornaments, each one telling a story of years past.  We might not have had the “prettiest” tree compared to those who did the theme trees but it represented the story of us and I have always looked back and loved that.

Rosanna, Annabelle, Maggie, Sam and myself wish all of you a fantastic Christmas Holiday.  Thanks for reading and I’ll see you in a few.

Stay Beautiful.  

Ho Ho Ho.

2 Responses to “Christmas-”

  • Thank you sweetie…that made my Christmas.

    carrie — December 26, 2008 at 1:58 pm
  • This has been one of the most memorable Christmas season’s I’ve ever had and it had nothing to do with gifts. Thank you for making it special. :)

    Rosanna — December 30, 2008 at 1:00 pm
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