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it’s christmas!!!!!!

well, at least for one more hour.

and you know, it’s been pretty great. in fact, even though i don’t get she-ra action figures or hug-a-bunch dolls anymore, christmas always makes me feel like the luckiest kid in the world.

here’s why!

first, i’ve been spending time with my family, like my uncle scott and uncle david.

and my aunt margaret!

holla, family ties!

and since i’m in houston, i’ve been able to eat at my favorite places! I AM SO LUCKY!

i met amy at the hobbit cafe, where i enjoyed some tasty business known as smaug’s delight:

as you can see, this sandwich is a gift from heaven, and i got to be the Chosen One.

and then i drove over to ruggles cafe, where i used to meet my friend ellen every week for the best cappuccino in the world. and guess what? they still have it! and it still comes with a chocolate spoon! and a cookie!

of course, it was a CHRISTMAS cookie. because, like i said, this is the perfect cappuccino. and i got to drink it!

here is me, appreciating perfection.

and here is ellen, who got one too!

ELLEN! i haven’t see this lovely lady in several years, but her eyes still sparkle and she still throws back her head when she laughs and oh, she is a marvelous christmas present!

i also hung out with a few of ye olde cy-creek cougars, including leanna, who usually lives in africa and has no plumbing and is pretty much the bravest girl i know.

also, leanna’s parents’ house has a SECRET DOOR.

which really has nothing to do with christmas but is pretty darn cool.

plus, when i’m home for christmas, i’m surrounded by things that remind me of other christmases, which increases my feelings of squee to an almost IMPOSSIBLE level.

here’s the nativity scene i made in the first grade!

it was carefully (well, careful for a six year old) crafted out of egg carton, cotton balls, push pins and fabric. basically, it’s a “folk art masterpiece” and should probably be in the louvre, but my mother won’t part with it.

and here is the stocking that my grandmother helen (i called her “mama helen”) sewed for me on my first christmas!

as you can see, my grandmother knew me inside and out, even before i could say the word “cupcake.” i mean, just look at what i’m dreaming about!

obviously, she knew what she was doing.

mama helen also wrote me a letter when she gave me the stocking, and i keep it inside so that i can pull it out and read it every year. here’s the first page:

(didn’t she have wonderful penmanship?)

in case you can’t read it, the first line says:

“sarah, dear, my sweet, precious little grandchild-

you are eight and a half months old today and i believe you are the most loved, most wanted and most adored child ever born! oh, how you are blessed!”

mama helen, how did you know?

merry christmas, pants world!