Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Our Place


Do you remember this?



Or this?



This?


Family Christmas on the beaches of South Carolina.
We're doing it again this year.
Seven days of family, funniness and...the beach, you guys, on Christmas!
I've never spent a Christmas on a beach. It might be weird.
But I can tell you one thing:
I will not be complaining.

I have a good feeling that Sand and Christmas lights will make quite a dashing couple.

If you don't remember here are the posts about our last two trips to SC:



{PS. I love how, in this post, I was so sure I'd never see our house again.
I could not have been more wrong. We're returning to the same -perfect- beach house this year.}






A Christmas Post


Chicago.
 Eggnog or hot chocolate? Hot chocolate. Dark. With whip.



Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? He wraps some and sets others out just so...for maximum "wow" factor.

 
Colored lights on tree/house or white? I used to think white but have been leaning toward the colors more lately.

Do you hang mistletoe? I don't. It's sort of sad. Next year, perhaps?


When do you put your decorations up? Just after Thanksgiving.


Cookie Day 2011


What is your favorite holiday dish? Any sort of crackers with cheese or creamy dip. Appetizers win.

 
Favorite holiday memory as a child? Looking at the decorated Marshall Fields windows in Chicago. Magic.

 
When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? I can't remember. It was like this slow realization that left me neither disenchanted or bitter.

 
Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? We usually do all of our "family gifts" on Christmas Eve (a tradition of the husband's) and then our Santa gifts on Christmas morning, naturally. 


How do you decorate your Christmas tree? White lights and all handmade ornaments from my babies this year. (Nothing breakable...have you met my littlest?)

No? You haven't? Well...here he is.


My "Ralphie."

Snow! Love it or dread it? Dread it's coming and the mess it makes but adore looking at it.


Can you ice skate? Oh my. I have but it isn't pretty. I'm really good at sipping hot chocolate and watching others ice skate though.


Hot Chocolate - all dressed up.
Do you remember your favorite gift? Usually anything that came from the American Girl store was a big win.


What’s the most important thing about the holidays for you? Laughter. Warmth. Family. Jesus.
What is your favorite holiday dessert? Cookies.

What is your favorite holiday tradition? The advent calendar. Baking Christmas cookies with the little ones. Giving gifts. 


What tops your tree? A red star. 
Holiday dinner for two.


Which do you prefer: giving or receiving? Not gonna lie, I adore receiving. But the look on someones face when I've gotten them the perfect gift is completely priceless. Giving. 

Candy canes: yuck or yummy? Eh.


Favorite Christmas show? New: Elf.  Old: Little Women. Older: White Christmas 

Saddest Christmas song? Sad and Christmas don't belong in the same sentence.
But the UGLIEST Christmas song has to be that ridiculous "Last Christmas" song. Blech.



What is your favorite Christmas song? Sacred: O Holy Night. Secular: Christmas Waltz


These cookies are unassuming and amazing.

{Christmas survey from here.}
Do your own and post in my comments for a little link-up.





Little Girl, Big City {Part One}

Once upon a time there was a little girl.
She was a pretty little thing with sparkly blue eyes and spun-gold hair.
She was turning five.

On the day before her birthday - a chilly day in December - her birthday adventure began.
Her daddy and brothers woke up early, before the sun even had a chance to peek over the horizon, to bring her to the train station.
She was going to Chicago!
{accompanied by her Mama and Grandma Honey, of course.}

It may not have been such a crazy morning if they hadn't missed their scheduled train...
but they did.
And so, the morning was crazy.

First, they were a little behind because Mama had to curl this little girl's hair so it would lay just right.
Next, Daddy took a wrong turn with only minutes to spare until the train left the station and put them on a path far out of the way. By the time they arrived to catch the train it had already gone without them.

Mama just about cried.
But Daddy had other plans.
He raced those worried girls through red lights (boy did Mama laaaaugh at that) and under bridges and over the highways until he beat that train to the next station and they hopped right on, just as if they'd never missed a beat.

They met Grandma Honey on the train and sat down to the strawberry cupcakes the little girl had requested, made special by her Mama.
They ate those cupcakes with a fizzy, pink drink at 9:30 in the morning.
They were famished from their busy start to the day.
Cupcakes taste just as good...maybe better...at 9:30 as they do any other time of day.


Before she knew it...
after some coloring and story-reading and window-gazing and lunch-eating and Mommy-snuggling
{and maybe some Mommy-shushing}


...that little girl had arrived in Chicago.


Her Grandma Honey made certain she was dressed snugly before she ventured out into those windy streets.

That little almost-five-year-old was amazed at the high buildings and bustling crowds she met.
Mama said, "This is the city where I was born. Do you like it?"
She said, "Yes." Her eyes as big as they could go.

Grandma found a cab to take them to their next destination...
"Where to?" the cab driver asked.
"Chicago!" that smart little girl answered.
"You're IN Chicago." the man said - he wasn't wearing any shoes! only socks.
On those dirty old, cold streets.


"To the American Girl Place, please." Grandma answered.
And they were off...

{Part Two to come...}

Monday, December 19, 2011

I'm Still Here...

...and, apparently, so are you.
Thank you for not deserting my deserted blog!


Christmas break is upon me and, thus, the opportunity to blog.
New, Christmassy blog posts coming soon!