with holly berries and carols

an unseasonable cold snap (or two)...
shh it means the clouds know it's christmas
and they decided to give us a tiny taste of winter
(because you know you can't really feel christmassy unless you're a little chilly
just a little
or at least i can't
not completely, anyway (good thing i have my own little blizzard then, isn't it?) )
don't worry, it'll be honey-heavy and hot again before you know it

what's that? oh, don't mind this girl
she has conversations with herself
and one of these nights she'll shrink three inches high
and follow her nutcracker (or the mouse king)
right into the world in the snow-globe
she'll be back though
she'll always be back

it's beginning to feel a lot like christmas...
i know this because at the moment i smell permanantly of cinnamon, nutmeg
and ginger
and have a spiderweb of wrapping paper-cuts on my fingers

i will mostly definately try to write again before christmas... most likely christmas eve before i spin away into the sugar-plum world,
but if not
have a happysafewarmwonderful day
(whether you celebrate christmas or not!)
with the people you love...
and the food you love as well

hee

with mistletoe and sugarplums,

grace

(can you tell i've been listening to a very serious amount of tchaikovsky recently?)