It’s getting late here on the east coast. Children are nestled, parents are doing whatever it is parents do on Christmas Eve. Off in the distance I hear a sound. It’s coming closer! Whatever could it be?
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Why…It’s the STREETSWEEPER!

Jingle, jingle, beep, beep, beep.

Just as it finally starts to warm back up in Savannah, we embark on our 3.5 day weekend of cookie baking. Mike has details here. He’s the dough maker, I’m the baker. Up first – chocolate chip.

Coffee’s brewed and I’m about to have my third cup – it’s going to be a long night!

Tonight while decorating the Christmas tree, Mike unwraps one of our treasured ornaments and we notice it is a bit frazzled and has some string loose. The following ensues:

Me: Be careful with that thing. It is VERY, VERY OLD.

Mike: This? You mean the ornament that commemorates your birth? (as he holds up the ‘Baby’s First Christmas – Jaime – 1976′ ornament)

/slaps forehead (with very old hand)