To All A Good Night…And Good Luck…
Weeks of planning and anticipation have boiled down to fifteen-twenty minutes of ripping and tearing of wrapping paper. The Princess is playing her Hannah Montana video game. (God help me, I bought it for her.) The Prince has gone through his Cooties set, his HyperSlide, and is now occupied with the little rubber ninjas. (There is a ninja war going on at the coffee table, complete with samurai yells.)
The UnSullen One is helping both Princess and Prince, alternately. His wrap job was ooh’d and aah’d. (Especially the wrapped cereal box holding wrapped video games. Heh.)
I am contemplating writing some on the fantasy opus. And I woke up with a story in my head that I’d like to tell, if I could do it without cliche. Even if I could do it with cliche I think I’d like to tell it.
So far, Christmas is going smoothly. Everyone seems content. I suppose it’s not totally stress-free–nothing ever is–but all things concerned, it’s as good as it gets.
Maybe I’ll just sit here. Eat a bonbon or two. And read The Economist. Heh. I am such a geek.
Here’s hoping you day is going as smoothly–or smoother, dear Reader.
Peace.
