best christmas ever

After the best Christmas Eve ever, we are kickin' it old school today. Dinner with the fam tonight. Life is, indeed, good.

Rock on. Merry Christmas.

my list

Dear Santa,

I have been a very good girl this year. I haven't smoked a cigarette in 11 months, and I haven't been drunk since sometime in 2004. I have been nice to my husband and kids, and I would like to ask for the following....

I would really like this

or this.

I would settle for this,

and I surely could make do with this.

If you can't do that, I understand. I would be most grateful for replacements pieces for my discontinued Pfaltzgraff pattern, but I don't think even someone with your level of magical powers could pull that one off. In that event, I guess I'd like some of these, please.
Your lovin',

Here comes Santa Claus...

In all honesty, now that I've whined sufficiently, I admit that we do have one Christmas Eve tradition outside of watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, Elf (yes Molla, I love it too!), and A Christmas Story. We spend much of Christmas Eve doing what I think is the absolute coolest thing about the holiday...tracking Santa via Norad. I hear that a kid in Colorado Springs was trying to reach the Santa hotline, and dialed Norad instead. The man that answered told her he could see Santa on his radar. History was forged that day. What a freakin' neat thing.

On a side mother in law has started a blog of her Peace Corps experience. She was accepted finally and will leave for somewhere sub-Sahara in July. I would love to link to the blog, but that means that I'd have to go back thorough this one an delete all the venomous things I've said about her.

What would you do?

(P.S. -Since my links don't ever actually look like links, I should add that the title of this post is a link. You should click it.)

Least favorite thing about Christmas:
  • Christmas Eve. I am pretty sure I will never fully get the hang of this Christmas thing, and Josh goes to work on Christmas Eve, leaving the children and I home alone, basically winging it because I still haven't quite figured out what I'm supposed to be doing. We don't do stuff with the extended family, so we just sit here and wait. It depresses me. I do better with supervised yule-time festivities.

Most favorite thing about Christmas:

  • Eric Cartman singing O Holy Night. That is a beautiful thing.