O Moi Teetee!

I realized when I was pregnant with my daughter that I had inherited a genetic disposition for sentimentality. Nowhere is this more apparent than at Christmastime, when I fail valiantly at restraining myself from spending  money on children. Stocking stuffers are my weakness.

My other weakness are the blown glass ornaments (in the Christopher Radko or Polonaise style) I have been collecting since Bob and I have been together. Pictured here is my favorite ornament: if you are unaware of my other identity, this might explain my fondness.

Speaking of my daughter, the title of today's post is from her childhood. As a toddler, she called the Christmas tree "moi tee tee." She would sing "O Christmas tree" as "O Moi Teetee! O Moi Teetee! How lovely are dy banches!" At a Christmas party last night, her godmother and I spontaneously burst into caroling of this very song.

Bob's fond of saying, "Christmas looks best in my rearview mirror," but that was before Logan was in our lives. Really: Christmas is for children. We give no gifts to grown-ups—is there anything more off-putting that the "what'd ya get me? what'd ya get me?" vibe?

At any rate, my post today has nothing to do with farms. I just want to wish warm and happy holidays to everyone: be it Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanzaa, or the winter solstice. (And hey, happy summer solstice to those of you in the Southern Hemisphere. Are we bloggers global, or what?)

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Good news: the recipe for the best biscotti I've ever had is posted at Farmgirl Fare!

Thought for the day: "He that would live in peace and at ease must not speak all he knows or all he sees." —Benjamin Franklin

Thanks for visiting. And now I'm off to cook a twenty-three pound turkey!

Comments

[Angie]

Like Bob, I'm mostly relieved when Christmas is over. But having children around makes it almost worth all the effort. My favorite part of Christmas is at the end of the day, when everyone is happily fed and the dishes are all done!

Happy Holidays!