Folks Dressed Up Like Eskimos
I had my first roasted chestnut ever today. Quite tasty in a potato-y sort of way. (According to these directions, roasting chestnuts is not a science, so you can do it yourself!) If you're in the area, be sure to check out the Dickens of a Christmas in Franklin tomorrow from 1-5. Lots of people walking around in Victorian garb -- even the police had on the old fashioned hats with their billy clubs.
Mom just called: "I'm in Barnes & Noble right now. What was the name of that book you asked for?"
Yes, Christmas is always filled with lots of surprises at my house.
Bah Humbug
Lance had a great post on Thursday. ("You're a Mean One, Mr. Webel" -- can't link directly to post, sorry.) The story behind the post was that he, as a middle school teacher, had told his students that Santa is not real and was later visited by a parents of one of the students who wanted Lance to know that the father did not think it was Lance's place to be dispelling the myth of Santa Claus. He went on to write a very thought-provoking post about the possible repercussions of lying to children.
I cannot ever ever remember believing in Santa. Maybe it was because we did not have a chimney. To this day, all of us children go "brush our teeth" after dessert on Christmas eve knowing that "Santa" needs to fill our stockings (which are actually just gift bags anymore)... but I am pretty sure that we all knew it was always Mom. Weird.
Song for the Day:
Between These Walls (am version) (video) - Junkie XL
I had my first roasted chestnut ever today. Quite tasty in a potato-y sort of way. (According to these directions, roasting chestnuts is not a science, so you can do it yourself!) If you're in the area, be sure to check out the Dickens of a Christmas in Franklin tomorrow from 1-5. Lots of people walking around in Victorian garb -- even the police had on the old fashioned hats with their billy clubs.
Mom just called: "I'm in Barnes & Noble right now. What was the name of that book you asked for?"
Yes, Christmas is always filled with lots of surprises at my house.
Bah Humbug
Lance had a great post on Thursday. ("You're a Mean One, Mr. Webel" -- can't link directly to post, sorry.) The story behind the post was that he, as a middle school teacher, had told his students that Santa is not real and was later visited by a parents of one of the students who wanted Lance to know that the father did not think it was Lance's place to be dispelling the myth of Santa Claus. He went on to write a very thought-provoking post about the possible repercussions of lying to children.
I cannot ever ever remember believing in Santa. Maybe it was because we did not have a chimney. To this day, all of us children go "brush our teeth" after dessert on Christmas eve knowing that "Santa" needs to fill our stockings (which are actually just gift bags anymore)... but I am pretty sure that we all knew it was always Mom. Weird.
Song for the Day:
Between These Walls (am version) (video) - Junkie XL
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