My day so far:
1. Christmas phone calls with my parents and my brother, all of whom received signed copies of Linda Sue Park's A Long Walk to Water as part of their present. I've also sent a donation to Water for Sudan.org, the nonprofit organization founded by Salva Dut, whose story is found in Linda's marvelous book.
2. Baking croissants (thanks, Dough Boy!) and eating them hot with butter and a cup of tea.
3. Baking cranberry bread while listening to Christmas music. The cranberry bread is from my great-grandmother's recipe - the one great-grandparent I actually knew. I was lucky enough to have her around until I was a senior in college, which is pretty incredible, but her family tended to be long-lived. She was born in 1891 and lived to be 92; come to think of it, her daughter (my grandmother) lived to be 92 as well. Wild. This morning's music: Harry Connick Jr. and Straight No Chaser - those are two separate albums, but come to think of it, they'd sound good together.
4. Doing laundry. (Sing it with me: "She wants to lead a glamourous life . . . ")
5. Reading. This morning, I read a bit of A Christmas Carol. Because 'tis the season. Here's the very end:
Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.
He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived upon the Total Abstinence Principle, ever afterwards; and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless Us, Every One!