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Christmas morn


Jack slept a little late and emerged from his room, trepidatious and sneaking, almost missing the understated significance of Harry sitting on the ottoman. Sitting on the ottoman, clutching a Wii remote.

Harry is a gift from Mama D and Papa D when Jack was three. We met Mama D and Papa D in Scottsdale on our way up to Williams to ride the Polar Express. Mama D gave Harry to Jack and Jack hugged Harry, box and all. Since then Harry has gone to the North Pole every year to help Santa, and returned each Christmas with Jack's presents. This year, Harry brought the Wii.


Jack's stocking, hung by the chimney in haste because we'd almost forgotten, was filled with edible goodies: M&Ms, a chocolate reindeer, chocolate coins, and Jack's favorite snack: two varieties of turkey jerky.


Two heads, four arms, six eyes.


From Mom and Dad Jack got a lot of Wii related gifts.


This big box came from Uncle Mike in Chicago.


It's a cool gift. Unfortunately, the Wii is the only thing Jack really wanted, so many of his other gifts have languished in the living room.


From David I got a new cross to add to my wall. The shepherds, the Magi, and the angels herald the coming of the Christ child.

We commemorate that coming with this abundance of gifts, and give thanks for our good fortune.

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wotd: temporize

temporize \TEM-puh-ryz\, intransitive verb:
1. To be indecisive or evasive in order to gain time or delay action.
2. To comply with the time or occasion; to yield to prevailing opinion or circumstances.
3. To engage in discussions or negotiations so as to gain time (usually followed by 'with').
4. To come to terms (usually followed by 'with').

It's easy to tell yourself that you'll write a daily blog entry using the word of the day from dictionary(dot)com as a prompt, and equally easy to temporize your daily entry by waffling over what to write about, or evading your obligation by procrastination. There. Bedtime.