Saturday, December 24, 2005
Merry Christmas!
Our Tree. You can't tell from the picture, but it's a conflagration waiting to happen. It's like living with the little girl from "Fire Starter"...you're afraid of turning your back on it (the tree) because you know that it's just waiting for the chance to burst into flames. Sometimes, I'm sure that it's watching me.
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Lid, you're tree looks fantastic. I love the tangerine and turquoise and pear theme... it's really unusual and looks great. (We are in the process of decorating the family tree right now. I'd better get back upstairs. We've got the tree decorating and a little Christmas Carol movie watching - that's our Christmas Eve tradition.) Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas, sweet V. Remember our first Christmas home from Hillsdale? I'm pretty sure I called all four of you that afternoon. What happened to my love of the telephone? Happy trimming!
Oh my word! I was just thinking about how you called on Christmas. That was great. I love you, despite your dislike for oral modern communication devices!
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