It's December 25th and I am so, so happy!!! This was going to be up earlier but life happened. Hopefully its not After-Christmas for any of you.
God is very good to us. We always have good Christmases. Even if the weeks before aren't so great Christmas Day itself is always very happy and successful. We're lucky that way.
We had Midnight Mass in our house. We got everything decorated all perty and we sang all the main prayers and it was incredibly beautiful. It was the perfect beginning for Christmas Day. At 5:30 in the morning little children came running into my room, whispering excitedly that is was CHRISTMAS and I had to GET UP!
I was up till 1:30 and got up at FIVE THIRTY you guys.
I really love my little sisters.
After I'd had ten cups of coffee or so I felt ready to have fun. By this time the rest of the family was getting up to. (everyone stayed the night of Christmas Eve so practically the whole family was there in the morning. It was brilliant!!) We lit the Christ Candle on the Advent wreath and sang Joy to the World Just like we always do. Then we randomly sang happy birthday to Jesus. Something we've never done before. I won't lie. It was a little weird. I liked it it was just kind of weird. Cause HAPPY BIIIIIIIRTHDAAAAAAY DEAR JESUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS! I don't know. It seemed a little weird. But It is His Birthday after all.
After welcoming the Christ-Child into the world we all went into the living room and sat around the stockings while my dad passed around delicious buns stuffed with sausage. They were delicious.
I had another cup of coffee.
Then we got down to opening up the Pressies.
OH MY GOSH GUYS I GOT SO MANY LOVELY PRESSIES!!!!
I got all this epic GEEK STUFF!! It was SO FUN!!!!! Mahri got me this lovely TARDIS hat and I got these cool charms that you can hang on your purse or key chains (if you have key chains) and I got Season One of Doctor Who (Courtesy of my friendJimmy) and I got this cool Arthur Pendragon Necklace (Courtesy of Anna) and this EPIC little TARDIS and Screwdriver and I got two Taylor Swift CD's and a music book to go with them! And I got The King of Attolia!!And Guys I freaking got a Video. Editing. Programme!
SISTERS YOU BE DE BEST!!!
Le me with Taylor Stuff.
Le fabulous TARDIS hat. Hand-made by my fabulous sister Mahri
Le Epic DVD's: Supernatural, Doctor who, BUCKY!! Winter Soldier)
Le me hugging Epic DVD's tightly, cause they are miIIIIne
Le me with OTP shirt (shipping anything. Anywhere. Anytime.)
I will wear this with honour.
We had Gnocci and Ham and drank lovely drinks and ate lovely eats and altogether had a very relaxing and blessed day. We finished off by watching How to Train Your Dragon 2 which had been a gift to Chloe. That. Hurt.
But enough of sadness. I'm going to post something for you today, something I promised. A CHRISTMAS STORY!!! *drum roll*
This is my first 'short story'
It needs a ton of work.
But I tried my best.
And I promised.
So here you go.
THE SOUND OF THE DRUMS
was a fine Lassie with wild red hair and a soft, quiet laugh and a
smile that made her look the picture of true innocence. She was a
sight to behold and she was beheld above all by the young drummer boy
dressed in blue with a feather in his hat and a red vest around his
he did fancy the lassie. She was so very lovely. She was like a
delicate fire flower blowing in the breeze of a new spring morning.
There was no single one who caught his sight quite like she did.
in the morning he would come by her house, drumming the steady beat
into his drum and singing a good morning to the world. The lass would
lean out the window and;
morning lass.” said he.
morning drummer boy.” said she.
would swing his hat and out would swing his little tin cup and drop,
a strand of the lassies fair hair would drop into it.
obliged.” would say he. She would close the latch on the window and
on would go the hat on his head and off he would trip, humming and
drumming and calling “good morning!” into the frost air.
lassie would lean against the closed window. And smile.
was late December and the air was close to freezing. The drummer boy
was up for his early rounds before the sun came up, whistling and
drumming on his drum.
morning to all! Good morning to all!”
leaned the Lassie, her hair washing down like a waterfall. “Good
morning, drummer boy!”
you mind very much if I asked you a question, drummer boy?”
would answer you anything, Lassie.”
window swung shut and the door came open. The Lassie stepped onto the
she went back in again, the Drummer Boy had gone over all queer and
had to sit down to steady his nerves. To think the Lassie would ask
him such a thing! Dinner with her family! After all this time... He
tapped and anticipative tune on his drum and as the last notes rang
out he smiled. Over his shoulder went the merry drum on off he went,
whistling gaily to himself.
so happened that as the next evening fell the wind grew cold and
still and the stars were choked by the thick coatings of clouds
threatening the soon-coming storm. He pulled on his vest and scarf
and swung his little drum into a pack which he placed over his
shoulder. He would have to hurry to get to the Lassie on time.
air was as cold as ever out the doors. The wind picked up and howled
in anguish, a terrifying noise to behold. The Drummer boy tucked up
his collar and bared his head against the weather. It was an eerie
night. He hummed to himself.
music was taken by the wind and lingered for a minute over a group of
young shepherds heading home. They were brothers, these shepherds.
They were all good to each other, all but the youngest one who would
complain about the cold without stop. He was an idiotic, pain of a
child and all the older boys had had just about enough of him.
were headed home now, talking and laughing and enjoying one another's
company. Behind them the Little Shepherd lagged behind. He was angry
with his brothers. They had been perfectly brutal to him lately and
he thought they deserved some sort of comeuppance. An idea came into
his head and he slowed his pace more and more gradually until his
brothers dropped out of sight altogether. Then he ducked down behind
a tall mound of grass and went still. He would hide for a bit. Give
them a scare. When he came home he would have the story for his
parents of how his brothers had left him on the hill.
sun had set and it started to snow. One minute the skies were clear
but for a few flurries and the next minute the wind was ripping
through the air and the snow was coming down in a shocking state of
whir. It spun about The Drummer's eyes without remorse, practically
blinding him. He stopped abruptly and shook feathers out of his
vision. He had lost the road somewhere. Behind him there was clear
cut white and ahead of him it was the same, though with biting wind
roaring straight at you instead of against you. The Drummer could
feel his nerves beginning to prickle. Had he lost his way? What would
he do? He had no lint or lighter, and he couldn't have used either
even if he had, for the wind would have snatched it away for its own,
leaving him empty-handed.
couldn't turn around. He knew that would only confuse his direction
more. There was only one way to go. Straight ahead. He planted his
feet in front of him and started moving forward.
Little Shepherd was still lying in the grass when he heard the sound.
It was strange and sweet beautiful and without a doubt the most
terrifying thing he had ever heard. It was singing. Far over the hill
their were voices singing, seemingly hundreds of them. The Voices
swelled and sent a tremor through his body and a he had an
overwhelming feeling that was too much of everything to understand.
He lay there, as still as stone, until the feeling passed him by and
the world started moving again. Thing were quiet but he was so
unsettled that he decided now was the time to start heading home. He
had been gone long enough. With an acute sense of unease he started
off on his way.
was when it started snowing.
Drummer's hands were freezing in his pockets. He couldn't see more
than two feet in front of him. He wasn't sure what way he was
travelling any longer. He was afraid he had lost his sense of
direction entirely and could be heading just about anywhere. One
thing was for certain. He had to get out of this cold. He would die
if he didn't.
stumbled on blindly through the white blur. His eyes were fogging
over. He'd never felt so cold in all of his life. The flakes piled up
around his feet, threatening to bury his footsteps. They wanted to
swallow him up.
queer a thing love is, that even being so far from him she could
still feel his struggle. It would seem impossible. But such is the
bond of lovers, for in that moment the Lassie started awake in her
bed, heart hammering.
She flung open the cabin door and stepped into the snow. Again the
sound came, farther off but still there. Out she went. She must go to
Drummer was in danger.
was dying. And he was alone.
world is a different place at night and it is beyond horrifying in
the wilds of a hungry storm. The Lassie called her drummer's name but
her voice was picked up and flung away viciously and the wind cackled
wickedly at her. She shouted back at it, but what did her protests
mean to it? She cursed the wind for it's crulty and the snow for its
cold and she cursed herself for asking her Drummer out in weather
like this. Now he was in trouble, or maybe far worse.
She must find
him. She must.
Drummer had never felt so terribly cold. He nothing more than to lie
down and sleep. It took everything in him not to give into this
longing. If he slept he wouldn't survive the night. He must put one
foot in front of the other. Keep going. That was the way.
slammed suddenly against something straight in front of him and
staggered back. He steadied himself and walked forward slowly, his
hands stretched in front. The tips of his fingers scraped bare board.
He moved them along the wood and found a door fitting, and then
pushed it open. He slid in quickly and shut the door behind him. He
found himself in a small stable house. The animals stared at him with
disinterest and he waved a friendly hand.
friends. Do you mind if I bunk with you here? Nah, I hoped you
wouldn't.” He smiled and patted one of the horses kindly. He pulled
up a sack and stacked it against the hay. He curled up and tried to
make himself as comfortable as he could. He would likely be stuck
here for the night, so might as well make the best of it. He was
warming up now. He pulled his pack off his shoulder and took the
drum from it. He began to play.
thrum, thrum. Thrum-thre-thrum-thrum.
did the drum play. Loudly did the wind howl. Swiftly did the music
flew down and found a young Shepherd hobbled along in the snow. He
was sorely regretting his decision to stay behind his brothers. He
could no longer see his path and he had never felt such piercing ice
in his blood. He was having trouble ignoring the snow which was
falling about him. He couldn't see. He couldn't hear and the wind bit
through his skin without mercy. He pulled his vest close about him
and struggled on. His only hope was to walk out the storm. But his
eyes were heavy. It would be so easy to just close his eyes and let
the darkness take over. Tears pricked at his lids. If only he had
gone with his brothers. He wondered if anyone had noticed he was gone
yet. What could they do even if they had? They couldn't come and find
him. Not in this. He would die here, and it would be his own fault.
He folded his vest tighter about him and squeezed his eyes shut and
started a prayer but the words caught in his throat. His tears weld
up and slid down his cheeks. The wind moaned a lonely tune in the
silence of the night.
thrum, thrum. Thrum-thre-thrum-thrum.
eyes came open. The notes came again. They were soft and almost lost
in the wind but they were there. He found the strength to stand. He
followed the sound. He followed the sound of the drums.
were others trying to find their way in this weather. A women sitting
upon a donkey, and a man leading the beast and his wife. They were
going downhill and had been for several minutes. The were looking for
the stable which promised them shelter. They knew it had to be
close. The Innkeeper had showed them the right direction not long
before now. That was before the snow had started though and know it
was hard to see anything now. The Husband knew she could not have the
Child in this cold and storm.
wind howled but then another sound came. It was the sound of drums.
He raised his head to them. They were coming from not too far away.
Just a little to the South instead of the North. There was nothing
else to try. He followed the drums.
music didn't stop there though, oh no. it went on. On and on the
Drummer boy played and somehow the music reached a Lassie, lying
down, nearly frozen in the snow. She raised her head. Tears stained
her face and she hardly had strength to walk. But she heard Drums.
And if she heard drums, then Perhaps …. Just perhaps....She forced
herself to stand.
could hear him! Her drummer boy! She could hear him playing! She
tried desperately to catch the notes but the wind kept catching them
up, He was alive though, somewhere. She could here him. Where was he?
Drummer!” She screamed out his name. But no one answered her
call. There was nothing but drums, drums, drums. She could feel the
beat pulling through her. She only had to follow it. Follow the
drums. Follow the drums!
in the night the Drummer Boy played. Swift went his fingers against
the smooth wood. Soft now, now building, now almost inaudible, now
growing into a crescendo. His drums were something out of a
fairytale. It called to all the travellers lost in the snow that
night. It called to the villagers, going home late from their work.
It called to the Shepherds sent by angels and to the one brother
lost alone in the cold. It reached the husband and wife struggling to
their stable and the Lassie, alone in the frosty winter night. They
all raised their heads. They all heard the sound. They all followed
did the music float in the travellers hearts. It was leading them all
drums vibrated with such ferocity in the Lassie's chest that she
thought she might die from the cause of it. Now she saw something
too. A stable. Lit up as if hung with stars. There was singing.
Angels were singing to the Drummer drums. The snow did not blow so
here, but fell soflty as if caught in it's own time, captivated by
the musics magic. Standing there in the stable were shepherds and
their sheep, a many villagers who'd lost their way in the storm. It
was practically full to bursting there were so many gathered here.
she saw him. He was sitting in the stable, playing his drum ever so
delicately. Sitting at his knee was a lovely lady, behind her a young
man and in her arms was a Child. As she watched He extended his arms
to the Drummer. The Drummer took him into his arms and the instrument
fell from his hands. Yet somehow the music carried on. It grew louder
and louder. The Drummer held the child, his eyes bright. He held the
Child so gently. So gently. The Lassie ran to him. He saw her and
smiled, opening up his arms so she could hold him in hers, crying her
thanks that she'd found him alive. The music played on and on and the
Drummer's music floated up to heaven. The whole world rung with the
the Drummer cried.
Now my fingers are getting cold and I want to curl up in my PJ's and fluff TARDIS hat and sleep. I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and I hope you all have a very Merry New Year!! GOD BLESS!!!! PEACE OUT Y'ALL!!!!
I think this sums up my relationship with my sister Tiny quite well. (actually its me with a lot of my sisters....)
I'm the happy elf that kisses the angry one
That was seriously random.
I really the weekends. First you get Friday. And I like Friday. They are very, very nice for me. My mom and dad both go out and do things (shopping, work, etc.) so I get a whole morning to myself. I can turn on music as loud as I want and act dramatically with it. I can write my heart out, while humming to Phantom or bake or yell or dance around the kitchen with a broom or work on music videos. Basically I can do whatever I want. I can work on my short Christmas story which I am planning to Publish on my blog on Christmas Eve. I can do some acting and play around with characters for my stories. I can have ME time.
I just really love Fridays.
Today isn't Friday though. Today is Saturday. I like Saturdays too. Saturdays are the days I get to be lazy and doing nothing for hours because SATURDAY. Today we did so more decorating for the house. We had some decorating done but the house must be BEAUTIFUL for Midnight Mass. Did I tell you about that? Oh well, I'll tell you again in case I didn't. WE GET MIDNIGHT MASS HERE! it is going to be fAbulous. That is why we are still decorating. On Monday I'm gonna get pines and beads and deck the halls and all that stuff. Our home will be a castle.
In the words of North, THIS WILL BE EPIC
When the windows are all finished and coloured in magnificently, I will do a quick post and show off the lovely work of my sisters. Until then you will just have to hold your breath in anticipation.
Decorating really is the greatest thing of the advent season. I FREAKIN LOVE CHRISTMAS.
I promised someone I would post a snippet from my NaNo story. the story that still isn't finished yet. I try to keep my promises, so today I'm going to give you a little snippet. I hope you enjoy it. This is kind of from of the beginning of the book. It's when Sean and Alex are figuring out what exactly has been haunting Alex ever since he got back from the hospital and his Near-Death experience. Enjoy 8-)
“Okay.” Sean scooted closer to Alex and crossed his legs like he
was still in kindergarten class “Tell me what then.”
“Its going to sound crazy,” said Alex.
“Okay.” said Sean.
“No, I mean really, really crazy, like you might throw me in a
mental hospital, lock me up and burn the key, just for good measure.”
“Fine.” Sean raised his eyebrows at Alex and pursed his lips so
he looked all the world like a small child listening to a lecture he
didn't much fancy. “Tell me.”
Alex rubbed his hands together and locked knuckles. Where to start?
“It all started that night, the night after the sledding accident,”
he said. “At first I was having nightmares. Or, not nightmares
exactly. I wasn't scared. It was more like I was impatient or on
edge. It wasn't nice or calm, or anything like that. They were just
dreams, you know? I mean... I guess they were kind of disturbing, and
I certainly didn't like them or anything, but I was never scared. I
was never scared until I woke up.”
He stopped, realizing he wasn't
explaining very well and tried again. “Anyway, these nightmares,
dreams, whatever they were, in them I would see this.... boy. I
thought it was a boy. I could see him but he couldn't see me. He
seemed to be looking for me. He wanted me to go away with him.”
Alex looked at his hands, clenching his knuckles tighter together. “I
thought I was just dreaming,” he said. “The first few days, I
thought I was just having this weird, reoccurring dream. But then it
got worse.” He stopped again. This was too crazy. Saying it out
loud sounded even more crazy.
“Yes?” Sean hadn't moved. He was giving his full attention to
Alex and nothing in his face was teasing or amused. He was listening.
“I started to see him during the day.” said Alex. “And he
didn't look like a boy anymore, not a proper boy. He looked like a
ghost. And he wouldn't leave me alone. No matter where I couldn't get
away from him. He would just pop up here and there, and always he was
looking for me. I know how crazy that sounds, but he was looking for
me, and I mean specifically me. And then yesterday....” he
hesitated and his knuckles turned white. “Yesterday he saw me.”
“Yes.” Alex looked at Sean expecting to see disbelief or maybe
polite concern but Sean was looking off into the distance, thinking.
“This has been happening since the hospital?”
Sean looked at Alex and cold went up his spine. “What?”
“It's probably nothing,” said Sean.
“It's something,” said Alex, “tell me.”
“Alex, you died. You're heart stopped. I mean, they even, they
even called your time of death. And then you just.... you just woke
up.” Sean's eyes misted over and his eyes dropped to the floor
boards. “The Doctor's said it was some kind of miracle.” he said,
“And I was so happy to see you alive that I just... I didn't...”
he shook his head.
“What are you saying?” asked Alex. “Did you see something? You
did didn't you, you saw something! Sean, what did you see? Sean?”
“That boy,” said Sean quietly. “The boy in your dreams. What
did he look like?”
“I, uhm... he had dark hair, grey eyes, he was about my age and
all dressed in black – I don't know, he looked like a boy!” He
watched Sean and the cold in his spine got worse. “Why do you ask?”
“He was there in the hospital room when you woke up.” said Sean.
“I thought I'd imagined him, he was gone so fast. It was like he
just.... I dunno, flickered in and out. But it was really quick.”
“You're sure you saw him?”
“Yes. I mean, I think so. Now, now I think so.”
Alex chewed on his lip. “What do you think it means?” He asked.
“I don't know.” Sean admitted. “But if it's the same boy....”
He trailed off. “Alex, does he say anything to you? Anything at
“No. He doesn't say anything. He just stands there.” Alex
thought for a second and then added, “But when I see him it does
feel like he's calling to me. Not with words though, with, I don't
know, some kind of energy maybe. And he's pale. He's really pale and
he feels cold, like there's a constant draft around him wherever he
goes. I know, I'm crazy right?” Sean shook his head.
“When did you first see him?” he asked.
“I...” When had he first seen him? Alex knew it had been after
the sledding accident but he wasn't sure exactly when it had all
begun. “I think it started in the hospital,” he said finally. “I
remember, a little, I think he was there. I don't know, it's all
Sean was thinking. He leaned his hands on the dresser and looked at
himself in the mirror as if his reflection would tell him what his
“It almost sounds like...” He stopped and shook his head. “No.”
“What?” asked Alex.
“Reapers.” said Sean. It sounded more like a question than an
“Reapers?” Alex frowned at his friend. “Like, reaper, reapers?
Like the guys who collect you after your death?” Sean nodded.
“Yeah,” said Alex, “Except Reapers don't exist, wise guy.”
“Maybe not,” said Sean, “but that's what this sounds like.”
“Since when are you a Reaper expert?”
“Since I've read every Grimm fairytale that's ever existed.”
“Grimm. Right.” Alex rolled his eyes and let himself fall back
onto the bed so he was looking up at the ceiling. “What else do you
supposed is onto me? Maybe fairies?”
“This is serious Alex.”
“Yep. I got that.”
Sean looked down at him.“What?” Alex asked. He shrugged and looked away. Alex sighed and pushed himself up
onto his elbows. “Sean, nightmares and phantom boys I can get, but
reapers? That's all fake
“Maybe.” Sean didn't sound so sure. Alex bit his
lip. “Even if reapers were real,” he said, “Why would one be
after me? What did I do?”
“Reapers don't go after living people,” said Alex. “They go
after the dead.” Sean gave Alex a queer look and Alex felt
something knot in his chest. “What, you think I'm dead?” He sat
up so he was eye level with his friend. “Sean. I am not dead.”
“No, I know that.”
“So why would reapers be after me? I mean, Sean, reapers don't
even exist! This doesn't make any sense.”
“I know.” Sean stood up and the bed creaked painfully as his
weight left it. “Forget it. It was just a thought.”
Alex felt bad about his attitude and tried to change his tone. “It's
just...Reapers?” he said, talking to Sean's turned back. “You
know how crazy that sounds.”
“I know.” he answered. “Why won't you stop talking about it?”
Alex shrugged. He couldn't bring himself to admit how nervous he
actually was at the idea of a reaper being on his back. He changed
his tactics. “Why would you even think any of this?” he asked.
“Forget it,” said Sean, but Alex couldn't forget it. For all of
his words the fact that something like a Reaper might actually be
after him made him feel uneasy, and despite his criticism, a small
part of him believed that it could be true. There had certainly been
something off about the boy in black. And after all the strange
things that had been happening with him, was a reaper really so crazy
“What if we went to the library?” asked Alex. “Maybe did some
“On reapers?” a small grin played on the corner of Sean's mouth
and Alex frowned back, irritated. “Or anything,” he said.
“We could, but my parents are coming home soon.”
“We could drop them a note.” said Alex.
“Dinner is supposed to be early tonight. They have that dance or
“We don't need to stay forever.” said Alex, “Just long enough
to pick up a few books. Sean. When have they ever been home on time?
They're not even eating with us, remember? They're eating at the
party.” Alex smiled, tilting his head. “Just for a bit?”
Sean looked at the clock on his wall. “Okay.” he said. “That
should be okay. But how do we get there? We don't have a car and
neither of us could drive even if we did. And we can't walk. Its way
too cold outside for a walk.”
“We could bundle up real well.” said Alex.
“Come on, it's not like we've never biked to the library before.”
“I know. But Alex, you're not … you're not all strong yet. And
we left our bikes in the garage last time you were here.”
“Oh. You haven't stacked the wood yet have you?” Sean didn't
have to answer. Alex knew that they had. “Great. That's great. I
hate it when you do that!”
“Why does this always happen to us?” asked Alex. “Every year,
like clockwork. You'd think we'd learn.” Sean smiled. They never
“I guess that means plan B.” said Alex.
“No, Alex, I don't think we should.”
“We'll be fast,” said Alex. “I promise we'll be fast. We'll be
back before you're parents get home, I promise.” He tilted his head
at Sean. “We have to work this out,” he said. “You know that.”
“I know.” Sean picked up his jacket from the chair's back and
slung it over his shoulders. “Let's just hurry, okay?”
DID YOU LIKE IT? LOVE IT? AGGRESSIVELY LOVE IT???
Posting snippets makes me nervous.
I should go. We're going to watch a Christmas movie and drink tea. PEACE OUT Y'ALL!
It's December and we still don't have snow on the ground. Do you know how depressing that is? It's really depressing! Where are our big white winters?? I MISS MY BIG WHITE WINTERS. (I don't miss shoveling but at this point I will be willing to shovel if it meant snow.)
On a happier note, guess what today is?? TODAY IS TUESDAY OF THE SECOND WEEK OF ADVENT!!!! *Throws confetti and dances around in bare feet* I don't know about any of you but I love Advent. It's awesomness. For those of you who don't know, Advent is the four weeks before Christmas in which Catholics prepare for the coming of Christ. We do little sacrifices and prayers to get our souls ready for Christmas and it is incredibly exciting. Advent is without a doubt my favorite time of the year. I love bring out all the Christmas music and setting out the ornaments and putting up the Nativity and and baking and singing and .... I just love everything about it!! I do this rant on my blog every December but I can't help it. I love Christmas. And I'm super excited because we set up our tree last week. I love setting up the tree. And taking pictures of setting up the tree. And capturing all the precious memories of setting up the tree so I can hug them and squeeze them and post them and spread the cheer. CHRISTMAS. FEELS.
Setting up the Christmas Tree takes a little time but it is worth it. Even if you get a little goofy by the end. Goofiness comes with Christmas trees. That is just life. And goofiness makes happy pictures. Like ones with my sister Tiny and I being idiots together.
Setting up the tree and feeling FAbulous
We set up the tree and decorated on two different day. Why? I have no clue BECAUSE REASONS. Decorating the tree is always harder because Amy INSISTS on having blinking lights on our tree. And blinking lights are beautfiul, they are. But they are a PAIN because it takes hours just to get them to blink and not stop blinking. It tries the patience of everyone including the cats. There is always this one section that goes out too, just when you think you've won. Then you just about blow a fuse before trying to lay down and die.
This is the epitome of smiling through gritted teeth. WHY AREN'T' THEY BLINKING?
wait.... why is it dead??? did it just die?? oh my gosh I am so mad!!!
SMILE FOR THE CAMERA!!!
*forces frustrated smile*
We finally got the blasted things up though and once they were all blinking and bountiful the tree looked lovely. We cheered ourselves on quite ridiculously and then I had lots of fun being silly and taking selfies in front of our masterpeice
Yep. See right there? I'm losing my mind.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. As part of this ridiculous and weird post I'm doing a tag. It is a cool tag.
1.) Link back to the person who tagged you
2.) Answer the Questions
3.)Tag five (or more) people.
1.) When does the Christmas season officially 'start' in your house? We start celebrating Christmas pretty early earn. We listen to our first Christmas Song, "Oh Holy Night" by Nat King Cole, on Thanksgiving and from there we starting putting on Christmas music and began the small decorating around the house. By the sixth of December we are into Christmas. December 6th is Saint Nicholas Day, so for us that is the day that actually puts everyone into the CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!! mood. Everyone sets out their shoes and gets candy and a little gift and it is very exciting. It makes me happy. I love it
2.) What is your earliest memory of Christmas? I'm not sure what my 'earliest' memory of Christmas was, but I am fairly sure it was my dad helping me up onto the counter so I could watch them roll out gnocchi for Christmas dinner. We have gnocchi every year on Christmas Day and we always bake it from scratch and then chop it up and roll out in in little balls on the table. It's a lot of fun. I remember being fascinated by all the pasta we had to make and how much flour we dumped into it and getting almost hysterical with excitement when they let me help roll them out on the table and put the special markings on them with my own special fork. I remember it vividly. 3.) What is something that is something that is iconic-ally Christmas for you or your family? Something iconic-ally Christmas... Nat King Cole's Christmas CD Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire. That CD is represents everything Christmas means to me and it is full of amazing memories. It wouldn't be Christmas without Nat King Cole. 4.) What are some of your Christmas Traditions? We have a bunch of Christmas Traditions. The first one is Silent Night. On Thanksgiving we put on our first Christmas song and that is Silent Night by Nat King Cole. Another one is having Gnocchi and ham for Christmas dinner. Then there is also Christmas morning breakfast. We have these FAbulous Sausage Sandwiches with rich, expensive Italian sausage and fine bread and coffee and it's FABULOUS. I love that breakfast. We only get it once a year but it's well worth the wait. Oh and we have this cool kind of tradition with our Nativity set. We don't set it all up at once. We put out the stable on the first Sunday of Advent and put in the donkey. Then on every Sunday of Advent we put in a new statue until Christmas Eve when we put in Our Lady. On Christmas Morning we put in the Baby Jesus. It gives the feeling of Christ coming into the home. We leave the Nativity for a few weeks so we still get to have the whole scene up for a bit afterward.
5.) What is one of the traditions that you want to carry on even after you're married? I want to do Gnocchi on Christmas. I also want to do Silent Night as the first Christmas Song on Thanksgiving.
6.) What if your favorite thing when preparing for Christmas? The Baking, decorating or cleaning? I like all of the above! I love the decorating the best probably. Baking is a lot of fun but the endless plates of cookies waiting to be frosted can get exhausting. Making the house look beautiful makes my heart feel better. It just makes everything FEEL like Christmas. It feels like your getting your home ready for Christ and I love that feeling. Decorating is also something we do right off at the beginning of Advent so I feel like it is what starts everything and it's special. So yeah, the decorating is my favorite.
When were were little my sister Mahri used to read us this book during Advent. It is full of Christmas letters from Santa Clause that had been sent to JRR Tolkien's four children. They had all these stories about the adventures that happened at the North Pole and there were all these pictures he had painted and sent with the letters. They were brilliant. We loved those letters. One year we wrote out letters and actually sent them out instead of sticking them on the front door like we normally did. We hoped Santa would write back to us too. And he did. That year we got a letter back from Santa Clause just like we'd seen them in the book, except these were for us. It happened for quite a few years after that. It was one of the best things that ever could have happened to us and it brought us a lot of happiness. I hope the person who wrote those letters knows that.
8.) What do you like better, giving or receiving gifts? I love getting pressies but giving them is better cause you get to watch people unwrap and giggle at them because you are so happy that they're happy,
9.) What are some of your favorite Christmas cartoons?
I love Mickey's Christmas Carol. I think that is my favorite Christmas cartoon over all, it has a very strong message and it's really, really well done. I also really love The Grinch that Stole Christmas, The Rise of the Guardians,(even if it's not 'technically' a Christmas cartoon) and A Charlie Brown Christmas.There is this one old cartoon that is really hard to find, next to impossible actually. It is called The First White Christmas. It is about this orphan Shepherd Boy who gets struck blind by Lightning a couple of months before Christmas. He is taken in by these three little nuns who help him and look after him while he heals. It's adorable. And sweet. And sad. And I love it.
10.)What are some of your favorite Christmas movies?
There are so many Christmas movies so I'm just going to name my top five.
While you were Sleeping,
It's a Wonderful Life,
One Magic Christmas,
(again, I know it's not technically Christmas)
11.) Do you have a real Christmas tree or an artificial tree?
We have an artificial tree. Once upon a time my family used to get real Christmas trees but I hardly remember that. It's okay though. Our tree is incredibly lovely for being artificial and it's a lot of fun to decorate. We still have the nice pine smell in the house because we make Pine wreathes for the doors and windows with red beads and ribbons. And it's pretty.
12.) Do you have a favorite Christmas book/story?
I love The Worst Best Christmas Pageant Ever." Read it. It will make you cry beautiful tears. 13.) What is your favorite Christmas song? There are a lot of songs that I love but a personal favorite is Hayley Westenra's "Christmas Morning." It is just so Christmas-y!!! It almost gives me a homesick feeling in my stomach. All Christmas music does that to me though. I get this ache in my chest when I listen to it, like I've been away from home for far too long and have only just got back and am so happy I want to cry.
For those of you who don't know what the Immaculate Conception is, it is the day the Catholics celebrate in commemoration of the Blessed Virgin Mary being conceived without Original sin. It is an amazing feast day and I love it tons and it makes me very, very happy. It gives December a very hopeful feeling and is a fitting beginning to the month of Christmas. I couldn't let it slip by without mentioning it, so ta-da!!!!! HAPPY IMMACULATE CONCEPTION!!!
That's all for now, but stay tuned for more, because more is coming. Peace out y'all!