Before Christmas comes to an end in New Zealand where my most eastern reader lives, I’d like to wish all my readers a very Merry Christmas. I also want to wish you a Geseënde Kersfees, which is Afrikaans for a Blessed Christmas.
Even if you don’t celebrate it, even if you don’t subscribe to the religious beliefs underlying the day, know that the wife and I wish all of you the same hope and joy the day symbolises to us.
Howdy. I hope you’ve had/are having/will have a very pleasant Christmas Eve (depending on which time zone you’re in). We’ve had rather a busy day. Not shopping, mind you. The last of our presents have been lying wrapped under the tree since two weeks ago – a new record for the wife and I, but then we usually begin our Christmas shopping around March each year. No, today and yesterday was spent baking.
When I was little my mom used to bake up a storm when summer vacation (which for us is in December) came along. Plastic containers filled to the brim with cookies would accompany us wherever we went on holiday and the contents would be fiercely rationed, on the one hand to ensure they lasted the whole vacation, on the other to ensure my sister and I won’t make ourselves sick.
As an adult I’ve turned my hand to baking cookies a couple of times with great success. Unfortunately the oven in our apartment is currently on the fritz. It’s still okay for making grilled cheese on toast or the occasional lemon meringue, but not so much for baking. So, when it was decided we’ll be spending Christmas at my mom’s this year it was also decided that there will be cookies via the exploitation of her oven. Continue reading “On a very cookie Christmas…or is that Christmas cookies?”
I have to confess something.
I love Christmas.
I really do.
Or that’s how this post was supposed to start before Jayde-Ashe at The Paperbook Blog beat me to it. Oh, well.
There are things about Christmas I don’t like, like the way it has become all about stuff and all the whack-jobs and Scrooges (“Christian” and non-Christian) who suddenly get on their soapboxes to proclaim why we shouldn’t be celebrating Christmas. I could probably think of more, but I don’t want to right now. This post is about loving Christmas.
What I love most about Christmas is the music. I also like giving the people I love gifts. I’ve never been that big on decorating for Christmas – that’s the wife’s department – but this year I got into that as well. In fact, I got a bit too into it this year…
It started with the wife decorating the tree:
Looks nice, doesn’t it? Then I decided the clock needed decoration as well…
Continue reading “On Christmas Carols and Decorating Craziness”
As everywhere else on earth, Christmastime had also come to the watering hole, not that any of the animals knew this. However, Elephant always felt as if things were a little different this time of the year. The Prickly Pear Boys were quiet, the Pride hadn’t been seen in days and even Brick and Brack seemed to be getting along. There was a general feeling of good will around the watering hole and even if he didn’t understand what had brought it all about, Elephant was glad for a respite from the usual problem solving.
It was the longest day of the year and it was incredibly hot. The whole croc-squad was passed out on a sand bank, so most of the animals stood in the cool water while drinking. Elephant was playing with Brenda’s kids, spraying the little meerkats with water from his trunk, making them squeal and giggle with delight, while Otto and his boys put on a superb display of synchronised swimming to entertain those who were still conscious.
Perry the field mouse came hopping through the grass. Elephant sighed. Of course peace like this could never last.
Continue reading “The Great River Rescue”
I saw Rise of the Guardians today and it’s hands-down the best film I’ve seen so far this year (hopefully to be quickly dethroned when I see The Hobbit in two weeks’ time). Between a highly neurotic and excitable Tooth Fairy, the Sand Man with bull whip skills that put Indy to shame, a burly, tattooed Santa Claus with a sleigh pulled by murderous reindeer and wielding twin cutlasses, and a bad-ass, six foot eight Easter Bunny with twin boomerangs and Easter egg grenades, it’s really tough to say what I like most about this film. Continue reading “KokkieH Reviews Rise of the Guardians“