You Should Have a Blue C******** Tree
For you, the holidays represent a time of calm, understanding, and peace.
You avoid family fights, and you don't get too stressed out - even when things are crazy!
You like to make C******** about making everyone's life a little bit better.
You don't get caught up in greed or commercialism. You're too sincere for that.
Your blue tree would look great with: Lots of silver tinsel
You should spend C******** Eve watching: It's a Wonderful Life
What you should bake for Father C********: Chocolate chip cookies
Thanks to Little Old Me. And yeah. I mean, take out the sincere shit, I mean really. But otherwise, I love a happy day with no tension and I plan for that.
I schedule in family time. I do a time plan for the morning, and that includes doing nothing, at least three times; that is, being with the family, ignoring the kitchen, acting as if I've all the time in the world. You see, when I was a child, I hardly saw my parents on the day. I remember little about the morning, except that my mother was busy in the kitchen. At some time, my father went to fetch the various people who spent the day with us, who would otherwise have been alone. This sounds laudable and it was, except that it only worked in theory, not in practice. My sister and I longed to open the tempting parcels under the tree, but it wasn't allowed until there was space in the cooking schedule. Wild excitement when we did, then our mother went back into the kitchen and my father disappeared, no idea where, and we watched television and read our new books or started our new jigsaw puzzles while the dear visitors squabbled over who had the nicer presents and our grandfather, being the only man (as father had vanished) was gallant all round. Dinner was served in the evening, rather late for everyone's digestion.
Instead, I schedule in family time. We open presents together, eat lunch at 1.30 or 2 (this is planned and kept to. We have beef and it has to be perfectly cooked). Everything is simple, so that I am relaxed and happy and don't think that the food is the most important thing because I've spent time on it. Although I want it to be perfect, because - oh blimey, darlings, I don't have to explain that. It's like the school swot who's cool too, I want to swan in effortlessly on schedule to a laden tableful of perfect food, having spent all morning playing with new toys...apparently. Which can be done. Mind you, some time in the afternoon, I fall asleep.
Anyway, sorry to mention the subject before December, but at least I didn't mention the word. Regarding the tree, however, blue isn't quite my colour for the season (though it is at other times). I would love to watch It's a Wonderful Life but I'll be too busy playing the organ and Father C receives mince pies and sherry. Just an old fashioned girl, you see (remember Eartha Kitt? I loved that song when I was a little girl).
C followed by stars.
Glad it ain't three stars ;-)
"It's a Wonderful Life"
Dave Lister's favourite movie. Red Dwarf. Love it.
I'm in a world of me own....
Happy Thanksgiving babe x
Hope you have a perfect and relaxed time when C******** comes. I'm hoping to share/leave the cooking with/to my son and daughter so it shouldn't be too stressful. . .
You can't see me saying 'cunt' can you, Manic darling? Or maybe that isn't what your innocent and lovely mind was thinking about.
It'll be a doddle this time round, Sandy, I think there will be six of us, including a baby too young to appreciate it. Or it could be ten. Very easy, anyway.
innocent and lovely mind. Right. Ok. Fine.
er....I've gone bright red here.
Missed yer too babe x
You see? Only a true innocent would blush.
Rereading, I've realised what a curmudgeonly control freak I sound like. I'm not, of course.
I have to say, I thought the worst as well, when I saw the C followed by stars.
I have come round to the idea that it's a good idea to mention the winter festival early, so as to be prepared in time, be more relaxed, and enjoy it for longer.
Oh, and ps I love that song.
Maybe I'll write a post on my three favourite songs before I was five.
And I did write the stars in a mischievous spirit, I must confess.
Oh yes, what a good idea!
And in the meantime, we can have fun guessing what the other two were...
We Want Muffin, Muffin The Mule? Was that one of them?
Is it nearly Advent?
They weren't children's songs, Dandy.
I guess so, Dave. Time to start practising those hymns I only play in December.
Have to say love Christmas with Z and the gang - corroborate every word and feel very sorry for anyone who hasn't sampled my little sister's cooking!
Wink-just the descriptions of the meals Z cooks makes me want to be there.
Personally, I reckon she is bluffing. She justs lifts the descriptions straight out of a cookbook.
Didn't anyone else think the whiff of Mrs Beaton was getting a bit nifty?
Nevertheless, Wink is spending the Day with her Bod and his family and joining us a day later. So Dandy may be right. Or she may not. I leave it to you to decide (and Martina is on my side already).
Bear in mind that Dandelion is charming, but provocative.
I'm a white one, so we can swap.
''never crossed my mind, sticking nose in the air. I am going to take the tree test now.
Wow, me too, blue!
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