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Oh the weather outside is frightful...
Actually, it's lovely, but it's that time of year again... Christmas!
See, I get two Christmases a year, generally. One, when I visit family and open my presents, and two, when my mother actually ships them. By the time she gets around to it, enough months have passed that I tend to forget what the &*%(#% I got, and it's a surprise all over again.
(Recent years, I've been shipping it myself before leaving town, to prevent this sort of thing, but this last year I had the 72hr whirlwind tour, and ran out of time.)
So now I have my winter clothes! Um. Er. (Could be worse, one year I got a lovely wool cableknit sweater. I finally received it in June. In NC.)
Yay! Where's my f--silly eggnog?
See, I get two Christmases a year, generally. One, when I visit family and open my presents, and two, when my mother actually ships them. By the time she gets around to it, enough months have passed that I tend to forget what the &*%(#% I got, and it's a surprise all over again.
(Recent years, I've been shipping it myself before leaving town, to prevent this sort of thing, but this last year I had the 72hr whirlwind tour, and ran out of time.)
So now I have my winter clothes! Um. Er. (Could be worse, one year I got a lovely wool cableknit sweater. I finally received it in June. In NC.)
Yay! Where's my f--silly eggnog?