Christmas is my favorite time of year. I wish the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas could be even longer so the anticipation could build even more, but I will gratefully take what I could get.
Today as spent on the far edges of the earth visiting Miss Sarah. And yes, Sarah when the 405 turns into another freeway you live on the far edges. We had a great time and took our Christmas picture. It took me back to the days of guerrilla-style film making. While Sarah's house was lovingly and beautifully decorated for Christmas, I felt we should keep the theme going of outdoor Christmas pictures. Sadly, people in Sarah's neighborhood dropped the ball some families were in the midst of decorating and others hadn't started at all. Slackers! Luckily a family, whose home we had drove by earlier when we were lost, had decorated. Their red bows looked beautiful on their white picket fence. So I quickly got the girls out of the strollers, took off jackets, did last minute hairstyling, got the kids in place, and snapped away. I think we got some good ones.
The girls looked gorgeous in their matching Christmas dresses. Jory looked handsome as always in his white shirt and matching red Christmas vest. (I won't even go into my tirade about how Macy's felt every Christmas sweater needed to have a football, or train, or basketball, next to the Christmas tree. Because what people wouldn't be able to tell the five-year-old wearing the sweater wasn't a boy unless they drove that point home with sports paraphernalia? UGH! If you can't tell whether a five-year-old is a boy or a girl, then you need to sit the child's parents down and have a long, long discussion.)
We even got a few pictures in front of a barren Christmas tree. I love the smell of fresh Christmas trees. Does anything smell better?
After our lovely visit with Sarah, we came home and the trio ate some Thanksgiving leftovers their Oma brought them. As they ate, I busted out with the Christmas music. It's amazing how the music takes you back.
I started the set off with Mariah. I LOVE her Christmas album. I hope her new one is just as good. I still remember when Emily gave me that wonderful Christmas present, since I only had the album on tape. I was so excited I broke my own Christmas rule and listened to the album post-Christmas. I still remember being shocked that Mariah could get down with the gospel music. It's one of the best Christmas albums out there.
Then I played my beloved Touched By an Angel Christmas album that Chi and Mike got me one year, along with a Christmas epi starring Randy Travis (he was so good on that show and I miss that show). I never would have bought either for myself, but I'm so glad they did. I love both the album, though it's not truly filled with Christmas music, but it's still great. Della opens the album and Roma closes it with an Irish blessing.
I'm still not sure why I bought the Jessica Simpson Christmas album. I think when I'm out on Black Friday I just feel the need to buy Christmas albums by people I know. She can sing, but on some songs she tries a little too hard.
I love Vanessa Williams' slow jazzy version of What Child Is This. When I hear it, I see my mom in the front of our little church in Venice singing this song.
And every time I hear Breath of Heaven, I'm instantly taken back to my kitchen Christmas 2004 where I was washing the china while crying, as my family enjoyed the holiday, asking, begging God to let this be my last birthday and Christmas without a baby to share it with. He heard my cry and unknown beknownst to me had already answered my prayer. Maybe I should tell the kids I want this song played at my funeral, it'll be like my love letter to them from the great beyond.
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