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Sunday, December 25, 2011
Friday, December 24, 2010
Another Christmas Eve, Another Year Older
Yup. Today was my birthday and my mother asked if I felt a year older.
“A YEAR older? I feel TEN years older!” I cried. And right then I knew I had to turn back the clock. I had to have a good day in spite of how I felt.
So I did. I took my husband to Paris for a few hours. Kentucky, that is.
Horses dotted every snow-blanketed hill on the way and stone fences paralleled our route. Not much was open in the small downtown, but it was a pleasure just to stroll the sidewalks.
Tonight, as Christmas Eve becomes Christmas, it’s snowing—apparently only about the 13th white Christmas the area has known since 1872.
Now I feel young again. Feel like I should put some cookies out for St. Nick…
[Art courtesy of the Graphics Fairy.]
“A YEAR older? I feel TEN years older!” I cried. And right then I knew I had to turn back the clock. I had to have a good day in spite of how I felt.
So I did. I took my husband to Paris for a few hours. Kentucky, that is.
Horses dotted every snow-blanketed hill on the way and stone fences paralleled our route. Not much was open in the small downtown, but it was a pleasure just to stroll the sidewalks.
Tonight, as Christmas Eve becomes Christmas, it’s snowing—apparently only about the 13th white Christmas the area has known since 1872.
Now I feel young again. Feel like I should put some cookies out for St. Nick…
[Art courtesy of the Graphics Fairy.]
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