'Tis the season
Three things that make my grinchy heart grow at least three sizes too large:
1. I can no longer recall a time when I was able to watch any portion of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade without a catch in my throat. But this morning's broadcast? Augmented by the squeals and cheers of my three wee ones, who were utterly smitten with the giant floats, the intermittent musical acts and whatnot? Please.
2. Driving through the dark Texas night on some lonely back road as we made our way to Houston, I commandeered the radio and began gleefully flipping through the XM lineup. Came across two different channels for Christmas music, both of which offered halfway decent songs. Just when I thought that nothing could top Dean Martin's "Let it Snow," there it was: Vince Guaraldi keeping tune as the Peanuts gang sang "Christmas Time is Here." Perfection.
3. It is a crying, weeping shame that you're not here to breathe in the smells wafting from my mother-in-law's kitchen. Finely diced celery and onion dancing in a deep pool of hot melted butter. Some mystery blend of herbs and spices liberally sprinkled over a ridiculously large turkey that awaits its turn in the oven. Two pumpkin pies, cooling off on the kitchen table, and one pecan pie, baking to a golden brown.
All the while, she bustles and chops and stirs and whirls 'round the kitchen like a cooking machine, despite feeling several shades of crappy from some deviant cold bug that the muppers probably gave her last week. Truly, we are not worthy.
Off to make myself useful, I hope...
1. I can no longer recall a time when I was able to watch any portion of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade without a catch in my throat. But this morning's broadcast? Augmented by the squeals and cheers of my three wee ones, who were utterly smitten with the giant floats, the intermittent musical acts and whatnot? Please.
2. Driving through the dark Texas night on some lonely back road as we made our way to Houston, I commandeered the radio and began gleefully flipping through the XM lineup. Came across two different channels for Christmas music, both of which offered halfway decent songs. Just when I thought that nothing could top Dean Martin's "Let it Snow," there it was: Vince Guaraldi keeping tune as the Peanuts gang sang "Christmas Time is Here." Perfection.
3. It is a crying, weeping shame that you're not here to breathe in the smells wafting from my mother-in-law's kitchen. Finely diced celery and onion dancing in a deep pool of hot melted butter. Some mystery blend of herbs and spices liberally sprinkled over a ridiculously large turkey that awaits its turn in the oven. Two pumpkin pies, cooling off on the kitchen table, and one pecan pie, baking to a golden brown.
All the while, she bustles and chops and stirs and whirls 'round the kitchen like a cooking machine, despite feeling several shades of crappy from some deviant cold bug that the muppers probably gave her last week. Truly, we are not worthy.
Off to make myself useful, I hope...
posted by mrsf5 at 10:10 AM
1 Comments:
Oh, my!! This is just creepy!!
I can halfway grasp the idea of the lurking speech pathologist/articulation specialist's unsought recommendations a while back, but WHAT has prompted THIS comment??
I so enjoyed your word picture of the children watching the T Day parade that I revisited to re-read, only to find this!! Ewww!!
Love, Ma
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