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Monday, December 28, 2009

a christmas poem, as such

Twas a couple days post Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not MD, nor a mouse.
The mini fake trees were plopped on the counter with care
In hopes that the spirit of Christmas would still reside there.

The Young Life kids were all on Facebook in their beds,
While visions of status updates danced in their heads.
And the new beau James in his beanie, and I in my Uggs,
Had just settled our minds for a long winter’s nap.

When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the hallway I flew like a flash,
Stepped into the room and nearly took out a lash.

Betty Crocker had been in this kitchen, for sure,
For Cara was cooking, and this we'd have to endure.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an itty bitty Crock Pot, which we were eating for dinner, my dear!

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So that is a bit of an update: Christmas came and went - and it was good. James is still great - and all is good. I've actually been cooking - and it's been edible so far (beet salsa for dinner, among other delights). My computer desperately needs a bigger hard drive, so I haven't been able to upload any pics - and therefore haven't been super motivated to write on the blog. So that is it.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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James and Cara at a lovely beach restaurant in Half Moon Bay for a friend's birthday.

Hiking a couple months back with MD! (James took the pic)