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  • December20th

    Do you have one of those neighbors who makes you a great big cookie tray every year at Christmastime, filled with a variety of holiday confections?

    Ginger Spice Cookies

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  • December19th

    Today  is the last installment of the “Twelve Playlists of Christmas” series. We made it. All told I’ve listed over 80 songs, and I hope you’ve found a new favorite or two among them. But you haven’t heard the last of me for this Christmas season. Tomorrow and the next day I’ll be sharing a couple of Christmas recipes (sausage casserole and ginger spice cookies), so stay tuned.

    For now though, my family and I wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas with some photos from Christmases past.

    Christmas Photos

    Christmas & Winter Photos

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  • December19th

    My mom has on her record a very short list of not-so-successful Christmas projects. But she scores a far greater number of Christmas triumphs. Take, for example, the doll house in this photo.

    Christmas Photos

    Tiled roof, wraparound porch, painted shutters, wooden siding, hardwood and carpeted floors, not to mention it was wired with electricity. She built it.

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  • December18th

    The Christmas season boasts a lot of highlights, but nothing is quite as spectacular as a good old-fashioned Church Christmas Pageant. Homemade costumes, screechy singing, a Cabbage Patch Kid baby Jesus. Does it get any better?

    There aren’t a ton of choice roles for girls in the Christmas pageant though, which is why I don’t have any pictures of myself looking especially Christmas pageant-y. There’s Mary, of course, and girls can also be angels (although the meatiest of those parts belongs to Gabriel — a boy). But I was never interested in playing Mary, aka someone who was having a baby. It didn’t matter if it was a starring role or that the baby was Jesus Christ. I had no desire to dress up in a pregnant costume, act out the process of giving birth, then happily hold a baby that had supposedly just come out of there, all in front of the entire church congregation. Being an extra in the choir of angels was the only way to go. You already saw this photo, but here I am (with the Rector, my little sister, and a photo bombing acolyte) after dutifully squeaking out several Christmas carols with the other angels in the chorus.

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