That slow train to Christmas turned into the Polar Express, got out of control and derailed. I scheduled minor surgery that turned into ten stitches and then my stepmother went into hospital (she's still there.) Since I work on Sunday nights, the candle and liturgy fell to the wayside and the notes in the advent house kind of, well, stopped. And even though we've managed to do a Christmas "event" every day, the girls are still wailing for the silly rhymes. In between school parties, dinner parties, and watching the Nutcracker Ballet (on television), for posterity, here is more evidence that we salvaged every day with Christmas spirit:Nai Nai's first Christmas
bead ornaments for the teachers
cookies and chocolate
fuzzy snowman
nutcracker prince
glittery stockings
happy chilluns
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I'm glad the Polar Express came our way over Christmas. I used my birdie plates today and everything tasted better. xo
PS: you need to add a link to your other blog here on the side here.
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