I wrote this several Christmases ago and thought it worth sharing again. At any rate, I’m too stuffed with turkey and dressing to come up with anything original.
Wherever you are, however you celebrate, I hope this season finds you safe and healthy. Happy Holidays, friends.
https://nananoyz5forme.com/2015/12/24/christmas-letter/
Peace, people.
A baker of ill-repute, such as myself, looks for signs and omens anywhere she can while engaged in culinary endeavors. So I’m taking this heart to heart this morning as I prepare the ingredients for a single pecan pie for Studly and me to enjoy on Christmas Day. Since I literally put all my eggs into one basket, er pie, I’ll welcome all the good vibes I can get.
May all your baking efforts be similarly blessed this holiday season.
Peace, people!
Gracie likes the Christmas tree.
World peace, or at least a reasonable
Facsimile thereof.
An end to poverty and love enough to
Go around.
Hands extended in kindness, hearts warmed
In gladness.
Food and drink to nourish every single
Child on earth.
A home for every stray, a warm place to
Shelter from the cold.
Comfort and joy.
Comfort and joy.
Peace, people.
Tallahassee, in the Florida panhandle, might not qualify as a winter wonderland, but that’s not to say the city is totally lacking in Christmas charm. Residents here just have to seek out festive places throughout the holidays and perhaps imagine sitting by the fireplace on a cold winter night.
One of the best locations to put one in a Christmas mood is Tallahassee Nurseries on Thomasville Road. A pleasure to visit year ‘round, the place really shines at this time of year.
I spent an hour yesterday wandering around Tallahassee Nurseries and thought I’d share some of my photos with you. Enjoy!
Peace, people!
For two days I’ve been waiting patiently for Studly Doright to return home so he can put the angel on top of the Christmas tree. I briefly flirted with the idea of getting out the step ladder and doing it myself, but I’m a klutz and at my rather advanced age I don’t heal quickly anymore.
I left the angel on an end table in easy reach of Studly’s chair, so he’d quickly make the connection once he had an opportunity to shower and relax a bit over dinner, but so far he’s managed to ignore it. Finally I asked, “Will you put the angel on the tree?”
“I’m too tired.”
“But, it’s right there and you’re tall and the tree really needs its angel. It’ll take two seconds.”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
Now, that’s tired. maybe I should get that stepladder….
Peace, people.
Today would have been my mom’s 83rd birthday. We lost her to cancer just a couple of months before what would have been her 56th birthday. I miss her every single day, but especially at Christmas.
Mom made Christmas special —something I’ve never quite been able to replicate, and I don’t believe I ever properly thanked her. We just took for granted that she’d always be there to work her magic and that it would never end. She left a bit of it in our memories of her, though. That’s what I call a blessing.
I wrote this piece several years ago. For Mom.
I opened up the Christmas closet yesterday and started my annual decorating routine. The tree is up and adorned with new and indestructible cat-proof ornaments. The table looks festive with a small tree and candles. And the Nativity scene is perfect this year with all the figurines present and accounted for—unlike a certain year in which a major player went missing. A year I chronicled in the heartwarming tale of The Case of the Missing Mary.
So grab that bottle of whiskey from your desk drawer, pour yourself a stiff drink, sit back, and relax.
https://nananoyz5forme.com/2020/12/13/the-case-of-the-missing-mary-5/
Peace on Earth, People!
I’m not ready to say the C word, (That’s Christmas, you filthy animals) but I couldn’t help but notice that the Yule time holiday is taking over before Thanksgiving 2021 is even in the books.
Esposito’s in Tallahassee goes all out on holiday displays, and I had no choice but to take a few photos.
Look what I found dozing among the tree skirts and stockings. Neither creature was stirring as shoppers invaded their space.
I’ll have to make another visit as I begin to get in the mood for that holiday.
Peace, people!
Is there a twelve step program for people addicted to Hallmark and Lifetime Christmas movies? Asking for someone near and dear to me.
Could we turn this into a drinking game?
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 