Writer’s Workshop

December 17, 2008

The Prompts:

1.) Write or share a letter to Santa.

2.) Describe a faovrite Winter memory.

3.) Last night it snowed buckets and you are forced to spend the entire day at home with your family…what’s the plan!?!

4.) What’s the best gift you’ve ever gotten/given.

5.) Describe a Christmas tradition that you have started with your own family?

I’m going to go with number 4 this week. I’ll warn you, it’s sappy.

First off, let me just say, I’m horrible at remembering who gave me what and when.  Just ask Hubby. I can rarely remember what he got me for my birthday or anniversary.  This doesn’t mean I’m ungrateful, or don’t like the gifts. I just have an absolutely shitty memory.  I get the occasions all mixed up.

Also, if I were writing this after this upcoming Christmas, I’d say the gift I’m getting this year would be the best, since we’re using my b-day and Christmas money and he’s chipping in the rest and getting me a piano, a really nice digital one (much easier to take care of and find a spot for in the house). I’m so excited!

Anyway, since I haven’t actually gotten the piano yet, I think the best gift I’ve gotten was the first Christmas gift Hubby ever got me. We’d been dating 2-3 months, though we’d known each other longer.We were in college, so for the holidays, we both went our separate ways to be with our families. I went to Florida and he was meeting his family in Australia (every year they went someplace exotic b/c his parents were in China for several years where his dad worked for a while).

So, turns out that before he left on his trip, Hubby ordered a dozen ling-stemmed red roses to be sent to me at my parents’ house. Talk about impressing my mom. I was just amazed he’d thought about me even as he was going on this amazing trip.  When we got back to school, he had another gift for me, too. His family had gone to a casino and he’d won a bunch of money, so right away, before he lost it again the next night at the casino, he bought me a black opal necklace. I still have it. Again, I was just amazed he’d thought of me like that. Needless to say, I was starting to think I had a pretty good guy and several months later when he asked me to marry him, I said yes ( in a pub in Ireland owned by Enya’s father , but that’s another story.


A quick winter memory for you, too:

When I was in jr. high or high school, I forget which, I was home alone. It was December and out tree was up ( a fake tree) next to the piano. Well, apparently, the tree was just irresistible to our cat, who ran up it’s branches. Of course, this was not acceptable behavior and I went to go get the kitty out of the tree. She wouldn’t come out and in the process of tugging her, tugged the tree down on top of me, so I was trapped under the tree (thankfully, the piano stopped it from falling completely down). I extricated myself – the cat was long gone by this time, naturally, and righted the tree. When my mom came home, I got yelled at because some of the ornaments got broken when the tree fell. Moral of the story: if a cat climbs your Christmas tree, just leave it there. maybe put  a little Santa hat on it so it looks decorative.

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  1. Visiting from MamaKat’s writers workshop posts…

    That is a great story about your husband. I think that made it clear that he was a “keeper.” Enjoy the piano — sounds cool!

  2. Stopping by from Mama Kat’s…
    Loved your post. Sounds like you have a wonderful husband!!! And getting proposed to in a pub in Ireland??? Amazing. 🙂
    I’d love to hear that story sometime!!

  3. If the cat goes ANYWHERE, leave it there.

  4. I hope you have a very merry Christmas, that Santa brings you everything you deserve and that it doesn’t take too long to work off the effects of Christmas dinner.

    Thank you for being part of what has been a fascinating year for me.

  5. lol, having cat myself, the moral of the story cracks me up.
    Have a Happy Holidays!

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