Tag Archive: Christmas

Visions of Sugar Plums

Per Sweet Baby’s and my usual morning routine, we yawn and we stretch, and then blearily walk/crawl (contingent on our respective capabilities) into the living room. I then step into the kitchen nook to make… Continue reading

I Shouldn’t Forget My Heart

We finally got a Christmas tree this year. A small, delicate one that looks real enough I can almost pretend into existence the spicy tang of true pine needles. Though it doesn’t hold much more than… Continue reading

The Night Before Christmas

For Sweet Baby’s very first Christmas, I gave him an old-fashioned edition of The Night Before Christmas (charmingly illustrated with Roger Duvoisin’s 1954 artwork). We read it for the first time on Christmas eve and then again on Christmas day. And… Continue reading

Swedish Meatballs and Memories of Christmas Past

I miss Christmas. Of course, Christmas exists, in some form or another, in most of the world, including Australia. But celebrating Christmas in the middle of summer just doesn’t feel the same to… Continue reading