Monday, December 31, 2012
Or if I go to sleep too soon
Come wake me up. Come any hour
Of night. Come whistling up the road.
Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.
Make me get out of bed and come
And let you in and light a light.
Tell me the northern lights are on
And make me look. Or tell me clouds
Are doing something to the moon
They never did before, and show me.
See that I see. Talk to me till
I'm half as wide awake as you
And start to dress wondering why
I ever went to bed at all.
Tell me the walking is superb.
Not only tell me but persuade me.
You know I'm not too hard persuaded.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Kelly suprising us and getting home before the children were in bed rather than at midnight! I have never heard John scream so loudly or happily.
We had a little program and sang lots of songs.
Magaret looked cozy in the same pj's that Clara wore on her first Christmas.
The children didn't stop eating ribbon candy all christmas.
Cold and beautiful snow.
I made a yule log. The meringue mushroom were delicious and darling. The cake roll was not. ( I am planning on making jelly rolls all this year to practice.) I made and used clarified butter (I had never even heard of that.) I also made real buttercream (my goodness!!!)
We had a lovely dinner with Aunt Rhonda.
John said it all when while were writing in his journal I asked him "What was the best part about Christmas?" He replied "Having Dad here."