My Blessed Christmas

Tomorrow morning we head off to the Mall of Georgia and environs. I plan on hitting the Saks and Neiman outlets. As I have grown older, I realize the bene of my birthday being four days after Christmas. I get to pick up on the sales. as a kid, I hated it, mainly because I didn't get 'Happy Birthday' sung to me in class, while kids with birthdays during the school year did. And there was that incident about my Mother on Christmas morning announcing that the present I was about to open counted for both Christmas and my birthday, a fate which never befell my sister, having been fortunate enough to be born in the latter part of January.

I was especially gratified to see the Progeny's excitement at receiving a new French (i.e., portable) easel. The sister was equally delighted to receive a painting by the Progeny of the chapel where her wedding occurred. The Espousa received the JoY (begins with 'J' and ends in 'Y') for which she hoped and wished. We'll see if my package arrives from Turkey prior to our departure.