I'm making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out how many things I can't seem to bring myself to do this year. I'm feeling like being a naughty Santa this year, I guess? Instead of joyfully checking off the usual things on my holiday to-do list, I'm protesting. My list keeps on growing with… Continue reading Empty Nest Santa Confesses to Losing Spirit of The List
Tag: holiday decorating
‘Tis the season to tip my frosty hat
Wherever I go, 'Tis the season to tip my hat as it overflows my memory bank. On display at our house, are shiny and bright reminders of the season. By day there's, of course, snow. By night, it's another sight. Three or more times it has snowed by night. Oh, what a delight, right? Each… Continue reading ‘Tis the season to tip my frosty hat
As the tradition of tinsel eating commences
Ah, the holiday season is upon us. Full of opportunities to eat and satisfy our cravings. I keep getting glimpses of a view of the world where I used to walk outside on the road to burn off extra Tostitos calories. Which, by the way, have recently been complemented with cherry pie before bed. It's… Continue reading As the tradition of tinsel eating commences
A glowing tradition of naughty or nice?
I just think Christmas is a time to embrace all the naughty little things. - Jade Thirlwall Post Inspiration - My childhood holiday decorations, remembering my mom setting them out and warning me and my brother not to touch them, and how much I miss her enthusiasm for her holiday traditional decorations, and Frank's Tuesday… Continue reading A glowing tradition of naughty or nice?
How to light a flame to survive a holiday
It all hit me when a huge puff of smoke rolled out of the oven door. I knew then and there I had neglected my cooking self for way too long. The Thanksgiving crowd (minus 9 guests that changed plans the day before) had arrived, all standing there around our kitchen island in anticipation of… Continue reading How to light a flame to survive a holiday
Reflections on sappy post-Christmas tales
Every year since my mom died, setting up the Christmas tree and tearing it down brings on the blues for me. Normally, I get all sappy and weepy and moody. This year was different, though, and I've been trying to figure out why I've been so damn happy. Was it because it has been six… Continue reading Reflections on sappy post-Christmas tales