Fiorella and Husband agree on many things, but not all things. Definitely not on the thermostat settings- Fio wants it cooler, and Husband wants it warmer. Let the battle begin!
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The stockings are all hung by the fire with care: red-green-red-green-red-green-red-green-red. Close together, but if anyone else showed up, Fiorella would gladly squeeze out another inch or two.
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When she was younger, Fiorella always had a new dress for Christmas Eve church service, but now she wears something already in her closet. Old friends are the best friends
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Showing posts with label Christmas Eve. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas Eve. Show all posts
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Monday, December 24, 2012
The Night Before Christmas Snippets
Fiorella woke up about 4:30 a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep so she watched television for a while, then, at 5:00, took advantage of the siituation and stationed herself with a book near the front door, waiting for the sweep of headlights that would tell her the newspaper delivery man was racing down the driveway. At 5:55, she dropped her book, ran to the door and yelled "Stop!" Fio handed the delivery LADY the envelope, wished her merry Christmas, then headed back into the house. Mission accomplished.
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As you may have figured out, Fio overspoke when she glowed at you about how everything holiday-wise had been taken care of. Since then, she's been out shopping for more gifts, wrapped and wrapped and wrapped, and finally taken care of the newspaper tip. Just one more gift to buy (if it's available) and she can start glowing again.
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Fio and her family belong to a church but are not regular in attendance--except on Christmas Eve when they sometimes even manage to round up stray relatives to join them. But this Christmas Eve will be special because Younger Son's fiancee will be accompanying them. And this is the church she and Son will be married in. Fio's heart is happy.
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As you may have figured out, Fio overspoke when she glowed at you about how everything holiday-wise had been taken care of. Since then, she's been out shopping for more gifts, wrapped and wrapped and wrapped, and finally taken care of the newspaper tip. Just one more gift to buy (if it's available) and she can start glowing again.
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Fio and her family belong to a church but are not regular in attendance--except on Christmas Eve when they sometimes even manage to round up stray relatives to join them. But this Christmas Eve will be special because Younger Son's fiancee will be accompanying them. And this is the church she and Son will be married in. Fio's heart is happy.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Running Late
Welcome to Christmas Eve. Fiorella is running late on her blog, late on her decorating, late on wrapping presents, and late on everything else in her life. Christmas is that way. 'Tis the season to go crazy.
There are three dogs in the house right now: Older Son's Staffordshire Terrior (aka pit bull), Younger Son's pug puppy, and our own reliable Weimeraner. And only two of the three seem to be able to co-exist at any one time, which means, in relays, one of them has to be caged or outside. But it's raining outside. We have never yet met a dog that appreciated rain. Fio is convinced that the dog-man relationship began when primitive human tribes sought shelter from the pelting rain in caves--and so did dogs. They love us not just for the food in their bowls, but the roofs over their heads.
And each one of the three has a stocking hanging from our fireplace mantel. With nothing in them yet, of course, but then, Fio has several hours before dawn.
There are three dogs in the house right now: Older Son's Staffordshire Terrior (aka pit bull), Younger Son's pug puppy, and our own reliable Weimeraner. And only two of the three seem to be able to co-exist at any one time, which means, in relays, one of them has to be caged or outside. But it's raining outside. We have never yet met a dog that appreciated rain. Fio is convinced that the dog-man relationship began when primitive human tribes sought shelter from the pelting rain in caves--and so did dogs. They love us not just for the food in their bowls, but the roofs over their heads.
And each one of the three has a stocking hanging from our fireplace mantel. With nothing in them yet, of course, but then, Fio has several hours before dawn.
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