Christmas is coming. There’s no time to write. There’s not even time to run.
This morning is the children’s service at the Episcopal church downtown. I’m not sure there is anything better than a children’s choir. Sweet, high pitched voices pure and loud.
I have to get dressed. I have to finish Peachie’s present. Must wrap the gifts that are still in hiding. Must dress the girls and wake up Oma and Daddy. Cookies need to be baked. The present pilgrimage from Peachie’s to a hiding place here must be accomplished. Grocery store list completed and shopped. Find time to Skype sissy. Eat and be merry.
Nothing like leaving everything for the last minute.
Merry Christmas to you and yours!