Since blogging is not my "job" there is no need for me to "take time off" around Christmas. Isn't that great!
Christmas was so fun. The only drawback for everyone, I think, is that you've spent so much time thinking about and doing special things for your kids et al and sometimes it only makes everyone seem all the more disappointing and ungrateful. Know what I mean? I think it happens to everyone though so don't fret. Just numb yourself with candy. And enjoy your presents! Along with the true meaning of Christmas, of course.
Here's a dump from my camera which will, I hope, tell the story of Christmas. First of all, sadness:
Note to Everyone: Jesse is our cousin who has a wooden leg. We don't see her a lot now but we used to be very afraid of her. She got her wooden leg because she is deaf and mute and was riding her unicycle on some railroad tracks and didn't hear a train coming. (Just getting you up to speed.)And that's why I can never, ever write a personal memoir--because I would be accused of plagiarizing some obscure Flannery O'Connor story. All true.
Then is snowed. It was very deep and very heavy. I shoveled it. There are a lot of generous people in my ward who shovel the widows' driveways. I think they are trying to teach Christian to not go out of town so much and to take care of his own shoveling. Boy, do I agree!
Look what Ellen got:
Here's something boring to watch but fun for Maggie, Ben, and Sam to get for Christmas:
And here's what my imaginative kids got me for Christmas. I was so surprised: