Day after Christmas

It somehow feels like my Christmas holiday spans from yesterday afternoon to when I begin work this afternoon at 2pm. After weeks of trying to find time, I journaled yesterday afternoon for hours, and finished the night watching Show Boat, which was a gift from my dear friend, Agey. Woke this morning from a full night's rest, about 9.5 hours, and enjoyed the morning cooking and baking in a kitchen stocked with all the kitchenware I could ask for (thanks Chris and Kenz)! Music mix playing in the background; Sinatra, Godspell, Alan Jackson, Coldplay, Beach Boys, and a little Aaron Copland...I don't know if that could have been any better. There's still laundry to do, but I'm not going to let the idea of "To Do's" ruin my current relaxed state. Excited to try my turnip soup (first time cooking with turnip) and sweet potato pie, that's currently in the oven (I've been wanting to make one since I first saw Oklahoma with Shirley Jones)! I have nine days till I arrive in L.A., CA! This year the "Day after Christmas" is more like what Christmas morning should feel like.

Good Night, Dear Heart

“Warm summer sun
                          shine kindly here,
           Warm southern wind
                         blow softly here,
           Green sod above
                         lie light, lie light,
           Good night, dear heart,
                        good night, good night”

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Muppet Christmas Carol 2011

Had a wonderful evening with my Northshore friends last night eating beef stew over white rice, a dessert buffet consisting of black coffee cake, mint chocolate chip ice cream, brownies, and saltine cookies, cocoa and baileys, and watching Muppet Christmas Carol. Although I rarely watched this movie in Ca, I can honestly say that I have devoutly watched it every winter that I have been on the East Coast.

Thank you, Lord, for writing my schedule such that I could spend a relaxing winter's night with my friends, whom I love.

Once in Royal David's City

Once in royal Davids city,
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby,
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ, her little Child.

He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall:
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.

For He is our childhood's pattern;
Day by day, like us, He grew;
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles, like us He knew;
And He cares when we are sad,
And he shares when we are glad.

And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle,
Is our Lord in heaven above:
And He leads His children on,
To the place where He is gone.