Here We Come a Wassail-ing

Growing up my siblings and I enjoyed watching Will Stanton's Claymation Christmas Special at home, and our early-morning Seminary class had a tradition of watching it on the last day of class before Christmas. So, in honor of those traditions, I want to share some of my favorite clips. :)











("Sounds like an old sheep-shearing song.")

Merry Christmas!

Cha-Ching

I keep waiting for it to feel like Christmas. Seems like all the things that made the season special for me growing up aren't going to happen anymore. I was downright depressed last year; I have to figure out a way to make my own cheer.

Meanwhile I discovered yesterday that my favorite twinkle-lit garland doesn't work, I can't get hot water in my washing machine--which Nathan is content to let be since we do pretty much all our laundry in cold water anyway, 'tho I think it'd be nice to at least have the option--and we still have a leak in our roof by the chimney. We had a guy come look at it while Hurricane Ida was blowing through, and he offered two options. We agreed to try the simpler fix first, but I saw yesterday in the torrential downpour that it didn't work, so on to Plan B: reroofing. Right after our new furnace and new hot water tank. Ho Ho Homeownership.

Last night Nathan asked me to scan all his mission pictures over Christmas break for a seminary lesson...

*sigh*

I was hoping to have a few more years to recuperate before starting that one. But, it will be nice to have it done. I finally finished my Blurb photo book of my childhood pictures, and I'm almost done organizing my sister's digital photos as part of her Christmas present. Isn't it amazing how quickly technology overwhelms us, no matter the form?

May your days be Merry and Bright...