"I have great relatives." It's a statement you don't hear very often but I'd like to use it today. Out of the clear blue open came two Christmas packages this week. Sorry folks, but I was too greedy to wait for Christmas to tear into them. They were both filled with good things to eat from home. And my sister's package had the added bonus of some warm clothing. I particularly appreciated a pair of my socks that I apparently left at home. It gave me the wonderful gift of a big laugh. Nothing says Merry Christmas like old socks.
I think I'm the envy of my roommate who hasn't recieved a Christmas package. I compensated by giving him a box of Reese's Pieces. He seemed happy with the offering. My sister and aunt were both generous with the food stuffs and I've only a month before I go home for a visit. I can well afford to be kind to those with less awesome relatives.
Nothing extraordinary is happening right now. My kids are in love with "Jingle Bells." I'm trying hard not to get too sick of it. Only one week left before the big performance. Thank goodness for that. I'm drawing the story of nativity in simplified cutesy characters that everybody seems to love.
I've officially slept with gloves on for the first time in my life. I can't complain about 15 above during the days, it's bearable. However, when my concrete and tile monolith of an apartment starts to cool down for the night there is shivering to spare. *wry grins* High humidity with single digit temperatures is not easy to take. I think I'll be hauling my space heater from Canada back with me in my return trip.
On behalf of myself, the great procrastinator, sorry in advance for the late Christmas cards. Merry Christmas and Happy Old Socks to you.
Warm thoughts,
T. Destiny
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