And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
Looking through old photos on Christmas Eve is everything is everything it should be - especially if one is home alone in the pouring rain with only the little twinkly lights on, cats sleepy-purring curled up nearby. Even though ones I love are an actual 1500 miles away in the snow and ones I love more are miles and miles to go before I sleep, it still feels good to call and write and sometimes just to email a few words.
Merry Christmas, you-all.
Tomorrow: The Great Jewish Conspiracy, wherein we go out for Dim Sum and Lord of the Rings. Who is we? Why, me, of course. And the notebook. And all those ChristmasormaybeNewYearshowboutThreeKingsDay? cards.
I see one pair that I recognize
Looking through old photos on Christmas Eve is everything is everything it should be - especially if one is home alone in the pouring rain with only the little twinkly lights on, cats sleepy-purring curled up nearby. Even though ones I love are an actual 1500 miles away in the snow and ones I love more are miles and miles to go before I sleep, it still feels good to call and write and sometimes just to email a few words.
Merry Christmas, you-all.
Tomorrow: The Great Jewish Conspiracy, wherein we go out for Dim Sum and Lord of the Rings. Who is we? Why, me, of course. And the notebook. And all those ChristmasormaybeNewYearshowboutThreeKingsDay? cards.
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