You know, I haven’t had my annual “Scrooged” viewing yet…
Let’s remedy that right now, shall we?
There, that’s better.
Okay, so let’s talk about the pivot from Thanksgiving to Christmas. This transition is always accomplished by two events.
The first is watching Scrooged and Die Hard, my favorite holiday movies. And, as we’ve established, we’re halfway there on that front.
The second is our annual Dickens on the Strand trip to Galveston, which is always the first weekend in December.
This was the first year that we didn’t bring some kind of Daphne Transportation Device (a stroller, Daphwagon, or the Kelty backpack) and, naturally, her little legs got tired after a while.
And there’s only one answer to that problem…
This would have been fine, however she took it upon herself to use my beard as a steering device, yanking it in whichever direction she wanted to go. And while this was oodles of fun for Miss Daphne, it was a bit rough on Dad.
By the end of the day, my beard had gotten so wild I looked like Hagrid the Grey.
We also picked up our Christmas tree last week, and as it turns out Daphne is a big fan of it this year.
Pine needles on feet is apparently a strange and amazing sensation, so she’s been hanging out in that chair rubbing her feet on the branches.
Yes, she’s that adorable all the time.
Okay, I’ve really gotta run. Lots to do and less time to do it in.
Talk to you soon, and happy holidays everyone.