|Written by OHmommy|
|Friday, 21 December 2007 00:00|
I finally, after 5 weeks of carols, listened to the entire BNL song without crying. This is my all time favorite Christmas song, EVER. I usually lose it when I hear Sarah’s voice. My kids now sing along with me…. “Ohhhh, star of wonder… star of night…. Star of royal beauty bright….. Westward leading, still proceeding … Guide us like perfect light…”
Seriously, it doesn’t get better then that. Go ahead and listen.
We woke up Thursday morning and low and behold… there we (Lola and I) are on the front page of the “Community Life” section of our newspaper. Again. She has been in the paper three times. The last time I was in the paper was 6 weeks after giving birth to Fifi. I still looked pregnant. It was a cruel joke. Glass of wine in my hand, talking to a dear friend, maternity jean panel peeking out… on the front page of the METRO section. Sweetness. This time around I look somewhat presentable, check out Fifi in the stroller crying and searching for a pacifier.
My son will not allow me to open the gift he made me in preschool. Until Christmas Day. "If you open it now, you will be sad on Christmas when you see no presents for you, Mama." It is the only gift I really want to open. Today. Now. He is in school right now.... maybe I will sneak a peek while he is gone.
I have had it with mentioning Santa’s name in threat. It. Doesn’t. Work. The last time I threatened my children with the notion that Santa will bring them ZERO gifts, Fifi looked up at me and said, “Ba, ba, ba, ba.” Jay started crying hysterically, not using any words, and ran away. Lola shrugged her shoulders smirked and said, “That is not a problem to me. I can make my own presents. I don’t need a Santa.” I was, for once, speechless.