So is scavenging for chocolate.
I'm LOL-ing too at the notion that I only think of chocolate once a day. It gives the boy a definite run for its money on which is truly first in my heart.
(See, now I've thought about chocolate again. And I thought of the boy because he walked by me as I was searching for a devotion of similar proportion. I think I've actually proven something here.)
Here's the true story of the day: I wrote this blog two days after the last one. It's not this. I've written this again. Imagine that. (Maybe if I stuck it in an oak barrel, it would age better. Maybe my fruit is too far gone. Maybe I'm just muttering to myself over here.)
I want to take a few-teen moments to
Not the end. This crochety old lady just wants to make a joke. Of course I have to ramble for a while.
But...I really am over Christmas. I could miss every single part of the Christmas season and not care a biggity bit. I'm a fan of a candlelight Christmas Eve service and 1 day of lux foodstuffs. THE END.
Friends, I'd much rather pack up the girl-childs and the boy-man and disappear for say four days/three nights at a scenic and posh B&B, maximizing the all-the-coffee-and-hot-chocolate-you-can-drink options as well as linen-napkin-breakfasts and a bit-o-different-scenery.
To clarify: My first choice is always to fall off the grid but in a refined and pampered sort of way.
To clarify again: We never have.
But here we are, over half-way through Advent, which means daily Advent-y activities, craftily hidden each night for the minis to find in the morning. Admittedly, while I don't think that I would miss this tradition if we didn't do it again, I don't mind it either. BUT THAT'S IT, CHRISTMAS! I REALLY AM DONE WITH EVERYTHING ELSE.
Except the chocolate that's in my stocking (which I did not hang as I purposefully was not in the house when that mind-boggling abomination of a process went down). I'm not done with that. And the Elder has loose lips when it comes to things that she's really excited to give me for Christmas.