The Christmas Series
December 23rd, 2005 | 
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Today we get something like 8 little posts, beginning here and ending with the short entry, “Driving To Wales”. All these little tid-bits have been rolling around in my head and I wanted to get posted before the holidays. I imagine I won’t be posting for a few days now as time becomes a precious commodity.Mary is now laboring (or in this case labouring) over lemon curd, clotted cream, whisky butter, Lard, mince pies & assorted cakes. There are hours of baking ahead.
We have all the presents wrapped and under the tree. I’m never sure how it happens but each year I feel so poor yet come Christmas, the tree is floating on boxes and bows. Gryphon of course would like to make a new rule that states he can open just 1 present Christmas eve! Sorry kid. 
Our Cadbury Advent Calendar was a bit of a dud this year. Too many little Christmas puds. Kids like to see something new each day, not 23 days of Yule logs and puddings. Oh well, something new next year.
Our Christmas crackers need to be dusted from spending a month hiding on top of the refrigerator. Christmas is just not Christmas without paper hats and a riddle.
I want to wish everyone a happy holiday season. Not one of those “hallmark moment” holidays, but one where you can stand in the kitchen amidst a roar of mixed conversations, laughter, and spillage, and think to yourself, “This life is really good!”
What’dya Git Me? (2004)
Gryphon With His Sister Rio
The Christmas Series Continues With
The Following Posts;
Queen Of Kayak
DPB…Dip the Poor Bastard
Don’t Forget, New Year’s Day
Mary, Gryphon, & Santa’s Cows
Paddler’s Park
Mystery Man
Driving To Wales
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And a very Merry Christmas to yous.
Will you accept the title of “Kayak Blog King”, at least for now?
Only if there’s a big fat check taped to the throne! Ha! Oh, and maybe a nice crown with lots of colorful jewels. Yes a big golden crown and nice pair of royal slippers. Really comfy ones. But nothing too expensive, maybe something from J.C. Pennys’. Oh, and a servant who can type for me. No, make that ’servants’ to type for me. And I’d want plastic surgery to look like Richard Harris, or Peter O’Tool. I don’t care which. I’d tell the surgeons to surprise me.
If I were king, I’d be rich and I could do anything I wanted. I would eat chocolate at midnight and never ride an exercise bike. I would roam the streets of my kingdom inspiring awe with my crown and my slippers, while wrapped in a nice big fuzzy blue bath robe. And when I got home. . . . servants would type for me. I’d just sit there on my kingly thrown pronouncing in my own unique royal idiom, while a thousand monkeys at a thousand typewriters would type blogs late into the night. Ah, It would be good to be king!!
btw, can I borrow a few bucks till Friday??