Our Christmas tree is decorated at last, and I've made several charming arrangements of glittery beads, tinsel garlands, plaid moose, and apple candles around the house. Sei gave me a beautiful candle with a snowflake decoration which has taken pride of place over on a bookshelf near the poinsettias. Tonight I have a fire burning on the hearth, and the scent of pine and cinnamon is wafting through the room. All we're missing are fresh baked cookies and snow.
I will not break into song, I will not break into song, I will not...
Actually, I am falling in love with a CD I bought yesterday, Worldes Blysse by Mediaeval Baebes. What's so wonderful about it is the twelve women sing lyrics in medieval and middle English set to music written in a medieval style, but the music is entirely new. It's lively and melancholic at the same time. If you like Celtic music and madrigals you will like this. I can't get it out of my head.
This is the time of year when one should be surrounded by little children gaily singing carols, their little eyes glowing with excitement at the sight of presents under the tree, their little voices raised in ear-piercing screams as they overeat sugary goodies and are sent out of the room for a time out. We don't have children, of course, and yet I am going to be a grandma next year. A virtual grandmother. My online daughter, Kelly Hire, just told me she's pregnant and I'm pleased as punch. Virtual grandchildren will be a joy. Congratulations, Kel. I'm going to get your baby a teeny tiny Green Bay Packers hat to wear.
(That's a joke. She's a rabid Vikings fan.)
And speaking of babies, aren't you all on edge as to whether Rob Rummel-Hudson is imminently about to become a dad? I know I am. I think they should name their child Shackleton, personally. Even if it's a girl.
LATE BREAKING NEWS! Rob and Julie Rummel-Hudson are the parents of a healthy baby girl, Schuyler Noelle. She was born 12:20pm on 12/21 (pity she didn't wait one more minute). Congratulations, Rum-Huds!
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