Last night was our church congregation's annual Christmas party. Talk about feeling alone in a crowded room. It was beautifully done and lots of time went into making it a great event. But nothing can replace a papa's two little toeheads. I don't think I'll be going to those things alone anymore.
Not that being at home is much better. For example, in the past, our little family of four had stocking holders that spelled "N-O-E-L." When I was putting them up this year, it dawned on me that we're not a NOEL-sized group anymore. A real cheery holiday realization. So dad had to improvise. We now apparently pay homage to either the Little Einsteins or a certain Titanic actor. Take your pick.
Lest this post wallows in self-pity, let me loosen it up a little. Everytime I walk past the fireplace and see "L-E-O," I can't help but think of...Miss Cleo, of course. Is it just me, or does anyone else miss her? Well, have no fear. Below are some old school Miss Cleo soundboards. So many favorite lines. And such a soothing voice. Here's to you, Miss Cleo...Merry Christmas to you and yours. And Leo.
Goooood day to ya, dahlin. Can I get your first name and your birthday, please?
