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  • Wrapping paper or gift bags? Both, depends on the gift.
     
  • Real tree or artificial tree? Artificial, prelit, though I had to "re-wire" the bottom tier this year
     
  • When do you put up the tree? usually Thanksgiving weekend
     
  • Do you like eggnog? Yes, but not more than a shot at a time.
     
  • Hardest person to buy for? My wife. That's a whole essay just by itself.
     
  • Easiest person to buy for? Myself.
     
  • Do you have a nativity scene? Yes, several. We only display one, though, under the tree
     
  • Mail or email Christmas cards? Email for a few people or groups, but mostly snail-mail.
     
  • Worst Christmas gift you’ve ever received? Toilet bowl cleaner
     
  • Favorite Christmas movie? Holiday Inn or White Christmas
     
  • When do you start shopping? First of December or thereabouts, and mostly online.
     
  • Have you ever recycled a Christmas gift? No, but not because I don't have any gifts worth recycling
     
  • Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Cranberry pecan stuffing with turkey gravy
     
  • Lights on the tree? Yes, but no flashing bulbs.
     
  • Favorite Christmas song? I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas
     
  • Travel or stay home at Christmas? Used to be travel. Not any more.
     
  • Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer? Yes. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder (no, that's not a typo), Blitzen.
     
  • Angel or star on top of the tree? Angel
     
  • Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Christmas Eve, with "Santa" gifts and stockings on Christmas morning.
     
  • Most annoying thing about this time of year? The insane rush.
     
  • Favorite ornament theme or color? I like them all.
     
  • Favorite Christmas dinner? Turkey
     
  • What do you want to do for Christmas this year? Health, wealth, and family.






















mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)

  • Wrapping paper or gift bags? Both, depends on the gift.
     
  • Real tree or artificial tree? Artificial, prelit, though I had to "re-wire" the bottom tier this year
     
  • When do you put up the tree? usually Thanksgiving weekend
     
  • Do you like eggnog? Yes, but not more than a shot at a time.
     
  • Hardest person to buy for? My wife. That's a whole essay just by itself.
     
  • Easiest person to buy for? Myself.
     
  • Do you have a nativity scene? Yes, several. We only display one, though, under the tree
     
  • Mail or email Christmas cards? Email for a few people or groups, but mostly snail-mail.
     
  • Worst Christmas gift you’ve ever received? Toilet bowl cleaner
     
  • Favorite Christmas movie? Holiday Inn or White Christmas
     
  • When do you start shopping? First of December or thereabouts, and mostly online.
     
  • Have you ever recycled a Christmas gift? No, but not because I don't have any gifts worth recycling
     
  • Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Cranberry pecan stuffing with turkey gravy
     
  • Lights on the tree? Yes, but no flashing bulbs.
     
  • Favorite Christmas song? I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas
     
  • Travel or stay home at Christmas? Used to be travel. Not any more.
     
  • Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer? Yes. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder (no, that's not a typo), Blitzen.
     
  • Angel or star on top of the tree? Angel
     
  • Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Christmas Eve, with "Santa" gifts and stockings on Christmas morning.
     
  • Most annoying thing about this time of year? The insane rush.
     
  • Favorite ornament theme or color? I like them all.
     
  • Favorite Christmas dinner? Turkey
     
  • What do you want to do for Christmas this year? Health, wealth, and family.






















mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
Christmas came early for Michelle (a new, commercial grade, KitchenAid® mixer), and tonight, early for me in the form of a Breville Café Roma espresso machine. I've pulled three double-shots from it, and while tasty I'm still searching for the perfect shot.

Keep at a safe distance while operating. Do not use near face. )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
Christmas came early for Michelle (a new, commercial grade, KitchenAid® mixer), and tonight, early for me in the form of a Breville Café Roma espresso machine. I've pulled three double-shots from it, and while tasty I'm still searching for the perfect shot.

Keep at a safe distance while operating. Do not use near face. )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
From [livejournal.com profile] mljm 's journal:

Dear Santa,

I want a guitar, please Santa, for Christmas. I would like another dinosaur toy and I would like it to be a T Rex. And I also want a race car, remote controlled. I like helicopters. I want a book I can read. More books please, Santa.

And a Merry Christmas to Santa.

Love,

Jami, I'm 5.
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From [livejournal.com profile] mljm 's journal:

Dear Santa,

I want a guitar, please Santa, for Christmas. I would like another dinosaur toy and I would like it to be a T Rex. And I also want a race car, remote controlled. I like helicopters. I want a book I can read. More books please, Santa.

And a Merry Christmas to Santa.

Love,

Jami, I'm 5.
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ganked from [livejournal.com profile] glesyn .

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?
Depends on the gift. Small or awkward stuff goes into bags. I'm a pretty good wrapper, so everything else goes that way.

Courtesy snip... )
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ganked from [livejournal.com profile] glesyn .

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?
Depends on the gift. Small or awkward stuff goes into bags. I'm a pretty good wrapper, so everything else goes that way.

Courtesy snip... )
mapsedge: (Raleigh with a bird on his head)

So here I am, drinking hot chocolate (made with milk, vanilla, nutmeg, and dark spiced rum), getting ready for another week. I've got a custard pie cooling on the stove1, and it won't be long before I'm in bed with visions of sugarplums (whatever those are) dancing (God forbid) in my head.

It was a weird weekend. Yes, we got the house decorated (mostly; we've a few pieces left), and listened to a lot of Christmas music - a heavy dose of Bing tonight. I had a thing to do for church this morning - I bookended the sermon with readings from A Christmas Carol, in costume and accent, starting with the initial description of Scrooge ("He was a tight-fisted hand to the grindstone, Scrooge...") and ending with Scrooge's redemption ("Scrooge was better than his word; he did it all, and infinitely more...'God bless us, every one.'")

It was fun, but I learned something important. I had the speeches word perfect going into the morning; once I stepped onto the "stage", though, I struggled (though the audience never knew). I had never rehearsed the lines in the environment, so my brain hadn't made the necessary visual connections to help the memorizing. I told pastor Jim that I could have the speech without any flubs or stress if only we could install a shower next to the altar: hose me down and wrap me in a towel, and call it done. Working from the area next to the lectern, I had all kinds of new stuff to look at, and my brain allowed a few distractions. First service had a few pauses; second service only one; third service went without a hitch. Next time, I'm breaking in to the sanctuary on Saturday and running my lines where I'll actually be performing.

It was a source of great stress for me all week. Yeah, I know it's just church, I know that Jim is the most flexible minister ever to take the pulpit, but I look at these performances as a sort of ministry and therefore, they matter, and there's no rehearsal. Well, unless you count first service as a rehearsal. (I'm the same way running multimedia.)

Services aren't videotaped, but I'll gladly post audio of the readings if anyone wants to hear it. The sermon, in case you're interested, was about the redemptive message of the Christmas season, and Dickens' clever use of the name Ebeneezer, which is from the Old Testament and means, "rock of hope."

Anyway, weird weekend, as I said. While Michelle and the kids decorating the house, I was installed in the family room with a couple of sewing machines, making my costume for this morning. I think most folks in my position would grab some old clothes from the back of the closet and make do, but of course I'm not content with that. I made a new waistcoat2 and shirt, bought some slacks from the Salvation Army store and altered them to be more appropriate to 1843-ish (high waisted with braces, and pressed the creases out). Since I don't have the costume shop anymore, I have to compete for space to cut and stitch.

The combination of me sewing and the family decorating has given the house the appearance of having been visited by the Ghost of Christmas Explosive. After church, and a nap if we're to be totally honest, Michelle and I have attempted to get some semblance of order back. Excepting the custard pie, we've made significant progress. There is still much to do.

Me, vacuum? Bah, humbug.

I've a lot to write about this season. I hope I'll have time to get it all down.

1 No, Donal, that's not the same custard pie we talked about on the phone. With talking on the phone and trying to marshal Katie into not adding the hot milk too fast to the eggs, I neglected to add the sugar and vanilla to the first one, ending up with a rather flavorless and unpleasant quiche instead of a sweet, nutmeggy custard.

2 Observant readers who know me from Way Back will recognize the waistcoat: it used to be a gravedigger doublet. I added lapels and a collar, and expanded the front to accomodate an ever-expanding me, and allow buttons.

mapsedge: (Raleigh with a bird on his head)

So here I am, drinking hot chocolate (made with milk, vanilla, nutmeg, and dark spiced rum), getting ready for another week. I've got a custard pie cooling on the stove1, and it won't be long before I'm in bed with visions of sugarplums (whatever those are) dancing (God forbid) in my head.

It was a weird weekend. Yes, we got the house decorated (mostly; we've a few pieces left), and listened to a lot of Christmas music - a heavy dose of Bing tonight. I had a thing to do for church this morning - I bookended the sermon with readings from A Christmas Carol, in costume and accent, starting with the initial description of Scrooge ("He was a tight-fisted hand to the grindstone, Scrooge...") and ending with Scrooge's redemption ("Scrooge was better than his word; he did it all, and infinitely more...'God bless us, every one.'")

It was fun, but I learned something important. I had the speeches word perfect going into the morning; once I stepped onto the "stage", though, I struggled (though the audience never knew). I had never rehearsed the lines in the environment, so my brain hadn't made the necessary visual connections to help the memorizing. I told pastor Jim that I could have the speech without any flubs or stress if only we could install a shower next to the altar: hose me down and wrap me in a towel, and call it done. Working from the area next to the lectern, I had all kinds of new stuff to look at, and my brain allowed a few distractions. First service had a few pauses; second service only one; third service went without a hitch. Next time, I'm breaking in to the sanctuary on Saturday and running my lines where I'll actually be performing.

It was a source of great stress for me all week. Yeah, I know it's just church, I know that Jim is the most flexible minister ever to take the pulpit, but I look at these performances as a sort of ministry and therefore, they matter, and there's no rehearsal. Well, unless you count first service as a rehearsal. (I'm the same way running multimedia.)

Services aren't videotaped, but I'll gladly post audio of the readings if anyone wants to hear it. The sermon, in case you're interested, was about the redemptive message of the Christmas season, and Dickens' clever use of the name Ebeneezer, which is from the Old Testament and means, "rock of hope."

Anyway, weird weekend, as I said. While Michelle and the kids decorating the house, I was installed in the family room with a couple of sewing machines, making my costume for this morning. I think most folks in my position would grab some old clothes from the back of the closet and make do, but of course I'm not content with that. I made a new waistcoat2 and shirt, bought some slacks from the Salvation Army store and altered them to be more appropriate to 1843-ish (high waisted with braces, and pressed the creases out). Since I don't have the costume shop anymore, I have to compete for space to cut and stitch.

The combination of me sewing and the family decorating has given the house the appearance of having been visited by the Ghost of Christmas Explosive. After church, and a nap if we're to be totally honest, Michelle and I have attempted to get some semblance of order back. Excepting the custard pie, we've made significant progress. There is still much to do.

Me, vacuum? Bah, humbug.

I've a lot to write about this season. I hope I'll have time to get it all down.

1 No, Donal, that's not the same custard pie we talked about on the phone. With talking on the phone and trying to marshal Katie into not adding the hot milk too fast to the eggs, I neglected to add the sugar and vanilla to the first one, ending up with a rather flavorless and unpleasant quiche instead of a sweet, nutmeggy custard.

2 Observant readers who know me from Way Back will recognize the waistcoat: it used to be a gravedigger doublet. I added lapels and a collar, and expanded the front to accomodate an ever-expanding me, and allow buttons.

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But not for us...not really.  See, we don't venture out of the house today except for groceries and life saving medicines for the orphans up on the mountain.

Today is the day we decorate the house for Christmas.  This is the day that the Christmas CDs are allowed out of their cases and into the CD players. We listen to carols and put out the kitchen towels and potholders; hang the dining room curtains; put out the seasonal toys; decorate the tree - that will happen last, probably just before supper.

Right now, decorating is still in the early stages: kitchen and bath accoutrements, and just now we're listening to a CD of carols played on harp and Uilleann pipes.

There will be at least fifty round trips on the basement stairs carrying stuff into and out of storage.

Katie and Jami will fight most of the day over who gets to put up what decoration.

Oh yes, my own special HSP/SPID hell has begun, and lasts more or less until 12th Night.  :)

No outdoor lights this year; can't afford the electricity to run them, but that's okay.  It means I won't be climbing around on my roof in the cold, and I'm totally okay with that.  If you must have lights, go here.

I'm ripping all of our Christmas CDs to a single location so they can more easily be dropped into a playlist for random Winamp action.

I hear frustrated screaming upstairs.  Sounds like Katie.  I'm off to go and separate my children before she Decks The Walls with her brother.




mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
But not for us...not really.  See, we don't venture out of the house today except for groceries and life saving medicines for the orphans up on the mountain.

Today is the day we decorate the house for Christmas.  This is the day that the Christmas CDs are allowed out of their cases and into the CD players. We listen to carols and put out the kitchen towels and potholders; hang the dining room curtains; put out the seasonal toys; decorate the tree - that will happen last, probably just before supper.

Right now, decorating is still in the early stages: kitchen and bath accoutrements, and just now we're listening to a CD of carols played on harp and Uilleann pipes.

There will be at least fifty round trips on the basement stairs carrying stuff into and out of storage.

Katie and Jami will fight most of the day over who gets to put up what decoration.

Oh yes, my own special HSP/SPID hell has begun, and lasts more or less until 12th Night.  :)

No outdoor lights this year; can't afford the electricity to run them, but that's okay.  It means I won't be climbing around on my roof in the cold, and I'm totally okay with that.  If you must have lights, go here.

I'm ripping all of our Christmas CDs to a single location so they can more easily be dropped into a playlist for random Winamp action.

I hear frustrated screaming upstairs.  Sounds like Katie.  I'm off to go and separate my children before she Decks The Walls with her brother.




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