There are kids and cousins buzzing all around and Chopsticks is clanking on the piano in one continuous, clackity loop. I am determined, however, to harvest enough focus from my buzzy brain to post a Hello and a Merry Christmas.
Hello! Merry Christmas!
Today I learned that Lindor Truffles are an entirely different texture in cold climates than they are in the Arizona heat. Did you know this? It's a different candy. Better.
...and that my SIL, Maureen, loves kid-made ornaments and decorations as much as I do. Her kids' hand-tlered reindeer drawings and construction-paper santas are framed though, and hung throughout the house. Isaac, be warned, I'm into it. There will be frames.
This is the first Christmas we have spent with the Bailey bunch in quite a while. Our niece, Izzy, is getting married on Tuesday -- the first wedding amongst the kiddos. With folks flying in all weekend, It's one big prolonged party this year. Serious feasting too. I'm hoping a good walk each day is enough to combat the bacon, cookies, chocolate, and chips layed out for every meal. If not, I may need a new dress for the wedding. This is caloric craziness.
Case in point: last night's hot cocoa. It was made with -- not water, not milk -- but cream. Have mercy! Mercy Christmas.