This year, I’m not buying a Christmas tree and I am not
cutting one down from our woods. We have
a nice little fake cedar tree that I plan to set up in the living room and decorate.
No one in the family really gets into decorating so I’m going to take advantage
of decorating the way I like – white lights, red ribbons, some tinsel and other
shiny stuff. I like to make it not-so-Christmasy because I like to keep it up
throughout the dark days of winter.
I want to start baking too.
Cinnamon crescents are my favorite thing to bake (and eat). They take some time to make but are so worth
it. I’ll make the obligatory peanutbutter kiss cookies which disappear quicker
than I can make them. I’ll hide a few to
send to my son out west. I’ll make peanutbutter
cookies – the kind I remember my mom making and are most excellent with a cup
of good, hot tea, snickerdoodles which remind me of my little brother. Finally, I’ll make sniksnax – enough to last
throughout the season.
I have just a few more things to finish making. Not everyone
is receiving a tangible gift this year. Per a request, donations are being made
to local animal shelters. This is in line with my belief that bitching and
moaning helps no one but actually doing something for someone is the best. Animals can’t speak for themselves – it’s up
to people to help when they can. So for
that son out west, Pets Come First will be enjoying his Christmas gift. Except
for his cookies.
Speaking of animals not being able to The cats don’t
appreciate it and I’m sure it is frustrating for Casper. And I’m pretty sure
that he is going to get clawed rightly by one of the rough and tough outdoor
cats if he doesn’t knock it off. I think
he learned early on to leave Sox, the bathroom cat, alone. Most definitely Sox could knock him flat if
he wanted to. And Casper is a pretty large
boxer.
speak, I really wish
Casper could speak. Because I would ask him why he insists on humping the cats –
or at least trying to.
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