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I do not feel even remotely in the Christmas spirit today.  Sorry God.  I will write something happy tomorrow.

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10pm

December 6

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost

Yes, fellow literary analysts, I know this poem is not about Christmas.  But ever since I studied it in grade ten and Grant Harris suggested that it was about Santa Claus, I have opted to ignore its more morbid meanings and think of it as pretty. :)

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11pm

December 5 a little bit late. ;)

Joy To The World - Bing Crosby

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3pm

Oh Monty Python…

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8pm

December 4

Say what you will, this is a FESTIVE POST!  This film screams Christmas to me.  ’Tis the season when I see that it is playing on all of the CTV channels.  Also it never fails to warm my heart.

Also I have a crush on Captain Von Trapp.

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8pm

December 1

White Christmas - Bing Crosby

9pm

I think I just ultimately discovered that I work way better by myself and with the select few people I choose to work with me.

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7pm

*sigh*

Rick:

Mmmm Holtom's Bakery. The only place you can walk into with 50 cents and walk out happy. Briggy got her first taste of that magic yesterday. By the way, does your sister work there?

Me:

Yup! Both of them do.

Rick:

I thought so. One of them looked kind of goofy in a familiar way. :P

GEE. THANKS.

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2pm

The Toronto Star: First Snow-Free November in 162 Years?

The other day I took a short-cut home from school and in doing so I passed a lattice fence with rosebushes growing up the side of it.  I did a triple take when I saw that a few roses were still in bloom, still in their pretty prime.

Although I find it remarkable that the white stuff hasn’t arrived yet, I have to admit that I am jonesing for it.  It just feels wrong to walk past an enormous house decked out in red bows and greenery that blends in with the perfectly groomed, lush front lawn.  But tomorrow is December 1, and ‘tis the season.  My eyes are to the skies and there are four diagrams of festive flurries in the seven-day forecast.  This is promising - let it snow already!

On that note, check back tomorrow for the first of my daily posts-of-good-cheer until Christmas!

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2pm

Hey, Mr. Welton:

Remember that lesson you taught on Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart” in grade 8?  Maybe you don’t.  Either way, I am a little ashamed to admit that that lesson plus seven more years of learning how to analyse literature saved my life last Thursday during my American Literature test.  So, thank-you.

Sincerely,

C.

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2pm