i feel at such ease. if i can sing, i still am free. i just love the music in my life.

Christmas is a-comin'
the goose is getting fat--
Please put a penny in the old man's hat.
If you haven't got a penny
a hay-penny will do--
God bless the hay-penny and god bless you!

ouch. my uterus.

i want to celebrate hannukah. anyone wanna celebrate with me?

eye lyke eeemayle. lahts and lahts.

http://www.dubyadubyadubya.com/

tried it on. it still fits (yes!!) im insanely nervous/excited about this concert. yeeeeeee!!

I think I'm going to try on my chamber choir dress. I hope it still fits. Sleek, black, kinda tight, lightly embroider evening gown. *sigh* :)

So I went to Mary's ND Choir Concert. Lovely. Really sweet, a little dear at times but very very sweet. My god I want snow.

*waves to kevin* i miss you!

i'd like some painted toenails right now. yellow, or perhaps coral.

"YOU OWN THE BON BON!!" -parco



why thank you parco. that's why.

I've got, in my head, this word. It's a fantastic word. It's a bellow. "Hallo!"

Every year my father puts together a show called "A Christmas Pudding", it's a benefit for PATH (people assisting the homeless) and it's a conglomeration of poetry, carols, and other affiliated "christmas texts". One of the traditional pieces he uses is from Charles Dicken's "A Christmas Carol", and it has always been one of my favorite pieces. Since I was a little girl, my father has always read to me, and hearing him perform this piece takes me back to a million bedtime stories. This particular portion was always one of my favorites, and he performes it with the same emphasises, the same favorite phrases and the same voices he's always used. He bellows that first word. I love christmastime. I love being read to. Here:

Hallo! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that! That was the pudding. In half a minute Mrs Cratchit entered: flushed, but smiling proudly: with the pudding, like a speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top.

Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs Cratchit since their marriage. Mrs Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had had her doubts about the quantity of flour. Everybody had something to say about it, but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy to do so. Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing.

At last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearth swept, and the fire made up. The compound in the jug being tasted, and considered perfect, apples and oranges were put upon the table, and a shovel-full of chesnuts on the fire. Then all the Cratchit family drew round the hearth, in what Bob Cratchit called a circle, meaning half a one; and at Bob Cratchit's elbow stood the family display of glass; two tumblers, and a custard-cup without a handle.

These held the hot stuff from the jug, however, as well as golden goblets would have done; and Bob served it out with beaming looks, while the chesnuts on the fire sputtered and cracked noisily. Then Bob proposed:

``A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!''

Which all the family re-echoed.

``God bless us every one!'' said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

-Charles Dickens (1843)



*sweet smile* i made coconut bon bons tonight