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I'm always irritated when the Christmas holidays seem to encroach earlier and earlier. Thankfully we're not in the Philippines where Christmas music starts playing in December and there are no intermediary holidays like Halloween and Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday - it's American (despite the problematic origins), it's about friends and family, and it's about food (and not presents).

We started the long Thanksgiving weekend with another visit to the local ice-skating rink. I hadn't gone ice-skating since...2012.

The next day someone spiked a fever so we stayed home.

We were invited to join my former boss' family's Thanksgiving celebration. We hadn't seen them in almost twenty years. It was wonderful to catch up even though everyone forgot about photos. We did with Z what we did when I was a kid - change into pajamas after dessert and then fall asleep in the car.

After music camp on Black Friday Z's friend came over. The fabric "house" is a universal hit especially with flashlights and a string of little stars inside.

On Saturday we took the annual photo with Santa at National Harbor. It's a convenient destination because Z likes the other activities like the mini-train and the carousel in the Christmas village.

The first weekend of December started with a delightful musical production of Madeline's Christmas, with one of the local children's theater groups. We watched the animated version later and the original book is part of the Book Advent. (click the photo for info about the musical)

We picked up our tree after French class on Saturday, and then headed to our neighbors' house for pre-holiday boat parade open house. We had gone in previous years before the waterfront got all trendy but this time Z and I headed home and MoBob went to a celebration of the Propet Mohamed's birthday.

I spent most of Sunday in bed. It was one of the episodes where I felt like I had malaria, but I don't. My body knows when it's time to crash, and I slept most of the day, and still conked out at night. At least we managed to decorate the tree.

When the tree was up Z and I read a poem to mark the occasion, an annual tradition.

[little tree]
by e.e. cummings

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid

look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing
"Noel Noel"

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On December 5th, 2017 05:09 am (UTC), zyzyly commented:
I try to ignore the early signs of Christmas as much as possible. We don't really do much for Christmas, so it is easier to keep it at arm's length until an appropriate time.
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On December 8th, 2017 07:34 pm (UTC), ticklethepear replied:
I think that's an excellent strategy for self-preservation!
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