Christmas Rush

So. I know it's weeks late.. and you'll forgive me if this is something you don't believe in..

But.. the Christmas rush to me is what I think I missed the most when I couldn't be home.



The constant grocery list and running off errands.. the baking list ... the menus.. the demands.. the desires.. the WANT for the history to be passed down to the younger ones.. for them to remember Gram and that Poppa's favorite candy was divinity.



Do you know a perfect divinity is.. impossible? I thought I'd freeze to death while we were tryin to get them done.. My adult taste buds say that the closest thing in my head to compare it to.. is homemade marshmallow perfection. No crunch of sugar.. dissolving on your tongue.



I expected this year for Buster to be more involved.. he has had soooo much interest in previous years.. this year in the weeks leading up to the big baking rush he wanted to bake cookies and use sprinkles but when we actually started the candy and cookie making time he wanted to be in the bed with his portable dvd player and cars. Yes. He watches the same movie over and over again.. or he did until I put a stop to it.

I will pull together some more thoughts and try to share them for future rememberances..