Here we go! It's Red Alert, all systems go, everybody MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE!
Ah, Christmas Eve, that blessedly serene evening of silence and calm. Maybe, if you're a priest serving in a small village in Austria in 1816 (as was Fr. Joseph Mohr, writer of the poem, "Stille Nacht," which became our beloved "Silent Night". But not if you're a disorganized, dumpy American woman with a short attention span and even shorter fuse preparing Christmas Dinner for 8 people.
I guess it could be worse. Heck, I know it has been worse! But I've got one hour left in which to finish 4 pies and dry 3 lbs of bread cubes. So what on earth am I doing sitting here? Relax, I'm eating a very late breakfast and the bread cubes will dry while we're at church anyway.
We have to be at church tonight at 4:00 as The Viking and I are singing for both services. I know it will be fine, but it's taking up 5 hours of precious time I'd rather use in preparation for tomorrow. Sigh. The price of fame, darling. KIDDING.
But TOMORROW...oh I'm squirming in my seat in anticipation! There are so many surprises for the kids I just cannot wait! It's been very hard for me to not tell you what they are, but Redheaded Snippet occasionally reads this and I don't want to take any chances of giving it away! But it's gonna be GREAT!
So, I must get back to my pies, stuffing and cranberry sauce! Then tonight after church I will chop, dice, slice, peel and get Mr. Tom ready to be roasted.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
2 comments:
Totally random comment. I just found your blog via The Twice Remembered Cottage. Is your given name Philippa? It's a name I'm considering for my daughter-to-be (due in June). She would be called Pippa and I was wondering how you felt about your name growing up...loved it? hated it? hated your parents for naming you it? Also, very bizarre, but as I glanced down your Christmas list, I saw that you know a little boy you're calling "Vantastic". Is his name Van? Because my first son is named Van! Would be a weird coincidence to have the names of my son and almost-daughter on one blog!
Aye me, sadly, my given name is neither Philippa nor even Pippa! Pippa is just a nickname (I can hardly remember how it even came about) that has nothing whatsoever to do with my real name which is actually very boring and bland. You see, I would have LOVED to have been named Philippa and called Pippa while I was growing up. I have always hated my name, wished my parents could have used a little more imagination in naming me, and jumped at the chance to re-christen myself when I started blogging. So, I guess I can't help you in terms of having grown up with the name. But, having chosen it for my very own, I think it's a splendid one!
As for Vantastic, the sweet little lad (my nephew) is indeed called Van which is short for Sylvanus, an old family name.
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