I'm dreaming of a whi...wet? Christmas, just like the one when I got soaked



It's drowned rat territory out there kiddies, at least in NY. Rayna's not back from Andalusia yet and Puy might be in Valencia, too, travel maidens that both of you are! ;-) Vanessa Ayan's probably got snow left and right, but that's Breckenridge for ya. I love hearing from all of you!



My godmother's still pretty sick, though the lasixx is finally kickin' in. She'll still be in hospital through the weekend. That means another rip-roarin' year at my mother's friend's house. The Drunk and his enemy will be picking at each other like crazed baboons, nit for nit and scab for scab. Maybe I'll just bring a bottle of wine and drown it out. It's the holidays, right? Seriously, I watched this spectacle last year and it was like a sociology experiment. Still, "no" ain't in mom's vocabulary, so this is her idea of fun. I'm too distracted by the neighbor's reindeer lawn display to fight it out, so I'll just bite the bullet and have some roast beef. I'd rather go see "Peter Pan", I hear Captain Hook is quite a hoot in this version. Maybe in January.



Well, the tree is up, decorated, lit, the angels are in the window, the gifts are wrapped, the food is ready to cook, all we need is a bit o'snow! In addition to the Happy Squirrels on the concourse, there's also a huge display of pictures about Hannukah and Christmas drawn by the children of Rock Center's employees---exec's kids, window washers, security guards, admins, you name it and their kids have something painted, crayola-ed, sparkled, glittered, glued, cut, pasted, connected, or scotch-taped. The real way to appreciate this holiday is to see it from a child's eyes.



Happy Gingerbread and sugarplums everyone!