the three children in the house are keeping the Christmas spirit alive and well all by themselves. which is truly amazing, seeing as how it’s hard enough for them to remember to pick up their dirty clothes by themselves. i usually have lots of Christmas joy, but i’m dragging this week with a throat illness. cough.
superdog is even chilly these days:
remember when you were little and it was super fun to play in the snow and make snow forts and get icy snow all caught in your long hair that was hanging in your face? when did that stop being fun? i keep trying to convince everyone that it’s super fun to sleep until the crack of noon and read books in bed and eat string cheese and apples for dinner and listen to karen carpenter’s soothing us with her soothe-some carols. nobody’s buying it.
after every excursion outside, they ask for hot chocolate. which – seeing as how i bought the box of 12,345 packets of swiss miss from costco – is easy enough to do for them. superboy always requests the “one with the mask.” it’s a phantom of the opera mug on which the phantom’s mask turns white when the hot liquid is in it. isn’t that cool? my dad and mom got that for me years and years ago. my dad and i loved the soundtrack and listened to it over and over. he would put it at full volume downstairs in the basement. “the phantom of the opera is therrrrrrrre…inside my mind.”
superboy thinks he’s getting new bedsheets for Christmas (which he is), but we also got him something totally cool – it is going to send him into fits of joy. i can’t wait. that boy shows enthusiasm toward everyone and everything, so we can’t wait…