and a merry ho ho to you, bert

this morning i woke up at eight thirty. i'm slowly breaking the mold. on leaving my rum i saw one christmasspeshul on the computer. i took a left into the living rum picked up a book called Once Upon a Christmas Time and sat down on the couch to peruse. i found a story called something like Shop with a Cop by Jack Weyland. i began to read. soon preshuschristmas trundled in. "come read shopwithacop with me" i invited. she declined. she said she was not up to shopwithacop. so i read on alone. to tell you the truth i think jack could have done better. all of a sudden out of nowhere the story was resolved with nothing leading up to it. it's the short story format. jack's not a short story-a-teer i guess.

remembering last night's unfulfilled suggestion to take lonely-outside-dog-on-a-sudden for a walk last night, i reiterated. 'shus and 'shul agreed to go. this was the right moment for the donning of the ugly christmas toque. accordingly i rummaged through my bags and pulled out the orange and brown budget (as in budget, budget, budget brake and muffler) and tucked most of my morning hair up into it. more rummaging produced 'shus' brown and yellow toque and 'shul's beefy grey and brown one. we collected lonely dog. we went on a walk. we took some pictures. half way down or so i told the girls to run lonely dog to the bottom and they all galloped joyfully off. lonely dog's little doggie heart had wings and her ears were pushed back with the wind as she galloped down the hill with her two beloveds. i walked on. when i was close enough for them to hear me i started off our christmas round, hey ho nobody home with my hand cupped around my mouth. christmas sisters followed suit, only to break off mid round because of communication difficulties. then preshus had a misshap with time telling so we turned around to hurry home so speshul could get ready for work. it was on our acsent up bay street that we decided to sing christmas carols. well the steepness of bay was no help to me especially when trying to reach the d's of hark the harold and get enough air in my lungs at the same time, so we put off the second verse until flatter land. then we sang with gusto into the quiet morning street. a man loading his truck gave us applause. later a man taking out his garbage said "very nice girls". singing like this makes us happy.

home again, we vowed to do it again tomorrow. this is our christmas present to lonely dog. or it should be. i asked bethany if she wanted to cut out snowflakes with me, so we did. did we ever. our creative juices were flowing and i must say we made some spectacular creations. bethany's beloved was the far east themed one and mine was the seaweed inspired one. we decided to hang them from the ceiling in the living rum. bethany got me some green thread and a needle and went in search of some tacks. i threaded the needle, made a knot and pierced a snowflake. bethapreshus attached them to the tacks and hung each one in it's own spot from the living rum ceiling. the effect was magical if i do say so myself.

with that a good christmas deed and a spreading of christmas cheer was accomplished. i got ready and left to go see polar express with mom and dad and all thirteen grankids in town (not counting babies). said grankids were all excited and all over the place. i held michealah's hand as we approached the ticket girl in one big gaggle. a gaggle of grankids. mom gave her all the tickets at once. she didn't count, she just tore and let us all in. i sat beside natalie. i didn't really know the ful story and i liked it, because it's about believing. i'm firm believer of believing. :)