Here it is. Two weeks until Christmas, give or take a couple days.
Nope. That isn't right. I just looked at the calendar. It is 12 days until Christmas, give or take a few hours.
Yet I sit here at 10:11 on Sunday morning drinking coffee and watching Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, while remaining in my pajamas. I need to run past my folk's house for an emergency homemade candy pick-up before stopping at the grocery for cookie baking supplies and then one last stop to pick up goodies for the work party gift basket. I need to finish the final gift shopping list for tomorrow.
And I haven't sent out a single Holiday card.
I am feeling surprisingly stress free.
Because in the immortal words of Dr. Seuss:
It came without ribbons! It came without bags!
It came without packages, boxes or bags!*
|however, it would be hard pressed to arrive without Otter Claus
Here's wishing that your Holiday Season is happy and healthy and silly and special and
a little bit more!*
|While Harvey Flamingo sports a tasteful evergreen spray, Moe Cabeza, of Easter Island fame, feels there can never be too many Santas.
From the Coast of Illinois to What Ever Coast you call HOME
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
*From How the Grinch Stole Christmas! By Dr. Seuss.
(I am hoping to return in the new year with the long anticipated travelogue of my sailing school adventure and general silliness. Because while the holidays have been quite pleasant, my writing life has been a little chaotic. Please check out the Sailing page for a photographic peak from Tortola, BVI.)