December 25th, 2012

Crabapple in snow

Happy Boxing Day

If you celebrate Christmas, I hope it was holly and jolly.  We had Christmas today and it was good but as chief cook, bottlewasher and Santa's elf, I'm a big fan of Boxing Day.    We made Christmas cookies and frosted them yesterday while we watched NORAD's Santa Tracker follow Santa as he delivered his 7 billion some odd presents.  The kid is allergic to milk so the sugar cookies have to be made without butter.  They are incredibly sticky and the dough needs to be practically frozen to roll out.  We managed a good batch though and I managed not to cuss.  Here's the dude that turned out the best.

Even snowpeople need cheesy Christmas sweaters.  Tomorrow is The Hobbit and his long expected movie with the kid.  Tonight, I'll leave you with the last bit of Dylan Thomas's A Child's Christmas in Wales.

"Always on Christmas night there was music. An uncle played the fiddle, a cousin sang "Cherry Ripe," and another uncle sang "Drake's Drum." It was very warm in the little house. Auntie Hannah, who had got on to the parsnip wine, sang a song about Bleeding Hearts and Death, and then another in which she said her heart was like a Bird's Nest; and then everybody laughed again; and then I went to bed. Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept."