Dreaming of a White Christmas

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire..." so "The Christmas Song" goes.

Now here's a random thought. "The Christmas Song" was written by Mel Torme in the middle of a heat wave, in an attempt to stay cool, by thinking cool.

Wishful thinking, really.

Here's our version - AKA the door to our kitchen.

Wishful thinking for a family in Asia whose favorite season is winter.

Although it's been said, many times, many ways - MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU!!!

Favorite Body Parts

No, it's not what you think.

Charly's latest comfort thing, after having outgrown her beloved 'wubbie', is drinking her bedtime milk and either running her hand along my arm or David's beard (well, he doesn't really have one, but she seems to like his stubble or five o'clock shadow).

In her words, it's either "Mom's arm" or "Dad's beard". She looked indignant one time when she rubbed a hand against David's chin only to discover it smooth and stubble-free.

Last night, she actually said "Good night, Dad's beard. Good night, Mom's arm".

It's a good excuse for David and I to snuggle up next to her. She drinks her milk, while scooting up close and rubbing a hand on my arm or David's cheek.

I hope she doesn't outgrow her favorite body parts too soon.