Jam-Jams (thanks Mom!) and Fartzelky (actually Portzelky (actually New years Cookies))
A long ride in the mini-van with my whole wrestling team.
An obligatory visit with the characters that inhabit that grand ol’ Yuletide narrative – Ignacio, eSteven, Incarnation, Chancho and the other brothers that don’t believe I know a butt load of stuff about the Gospel – but I do! What story could capture the agony of a friar inhabiting the world of sinful ungodliness to provide field trips for the children in his orphanage to the ancient mystic ruins of the Maya. Every year something new jumps out at me about this story.
An unbearable loathing toward all things retail both prior to, during and post season.
Catching up with the latest happenings of friends and family that I have been disconnected from for too long – engagements, thinner hair, good conversations and…
A Ski Hill or two… … and this time I got to go down it as well!
Christmas lights that not only can transform an alter call song into a Nativity classic but can actually, miraculously set it – ever so unexpectedly to techno dance rhythms – and now even our humble town of Coaldale has been visited by such a phenomenon…
glitter…
Things that normally constitute a holiday celebration but were sadly missed this time…
-new years dance party with Eddie at the helm…
-playing board games with seniors at the lodge…
-having straight A’s to brag about after a semester of work…
-crashing one of the numerous extended family gatherings that occurred around this time of year.
-Nut log, Rum Balls
amen.
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