We're home to SNOW...

and I'm soooooooooo tired.. had to take my psychotropic sleep pills so that I would sleep at night and could play at Disneyland. So, today it's catching up.... tired, depressed .. yeah.. dumb, lets give you a anti depression medication that's side effect is depression 0.o... duh. Oh well, it will wear off in a day or so as long as I don't have to use it to sleep tonight.

So sorry, no fun details, no christmas stories but I did update the profile pic of me and Dean with Goofy. Have a great day everybody.

When Santa Fell to Earth by Cornelia Funke

What a wonderful book, fun for families to read together, a little each night. It has a fun way of telling about the commercialism of Christmas.

"The angel is right," he whispered. "Niklas is the last true Santa. But if they had their way..." the elf pointed to a white door at the opposite end of the caravan-- "our dear Niklas would have been turned into chocolate a long time ago."

"Oh be quiet!" cried Matilda, while Emmanuel covered his face with his wings.

"Well, he's right, Matilda." Niklas took off the white beard and hung his red coat over his chair.

"Why? Who's behind that door?" Ben asked anxiously, and stared at it. The door was barred with three strong bolts in the shape of pinecones.... and elf boot was wedged into the keyhole.

"It's not a very nice story!" Niklas said. "Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Ben nodded, his eyes still on the white door.

"Ok then," Niklas sighed. "Maybe it's time to tell at least one child what really happened to Christmas."

Old gentleman Gray... .author unknown

Said old gentleman Gray, "On Christmas day, if you want to be happy, give something away." So he sent a fat turkey to shoemaker Price, and the shoemaker said, "What a big bird, how nice. And since such a good dinner is before me, I'll send poor widow Lee the fine chicken I bought." "This fine chicken, oh see! said the pleased widow Lee, "and the kindness that sent it, how precious to me. I would like to make someone as happy as I, I'll send washwoman Biddy, my big pumpkin pie!" and "Oh sure," Biddy said, "Tis the queen of all pies, just to look at its yellow face, gladdens my eyes. Now it's my turn, I think, and a sweet sugar cake, for the motherless Finnegan children I'll bake." Said the Finnegan children, Rose, Denny and Hugh, "It smells sweet of spice, and we'll carry a slice to the poor lame Jake who has nothing that's nice." "Oh, I thank you and thank you!" said little lame Jake. "I'll save the crumbs and give them to each little sparrow that comes." And the sparrows they twittered as if they would say, "Like old gentleman Gray, On a great Christmas day, if you want to be happy, give something away."