Probably the biggest present Bobo got this year was a giant and awesome play kitchen that inspires real kitchen envy from me. It’s so nice and pretty and I very much want a mommy version! He didn’t open it on Christmas day, so he had a while in between presents to sort of extend Christmas out a bit. Plus, this thing required a lot of set-up. You can see that from the two separate boxes! Which Bobo loved playing in, of course… Finally with Grampy’s help it got set up, and is now sitting in our living room taking up…
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No snow here yet but this video sure puts me in the mood to go sledding! And also makes me want to curl up by a fire, brrrrr!
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Friday was our library’s annual Christmas Tree Lighting, and of course Santa was there to do the honors and then ask all the little munchkins what they wanted. Bobo was sitting on him so nicely with his hands folded so sweet, and ventured to ask for Thomas trains and a Mickey Mouse toy. He was so well-behaved and looked adorable, so cute that a lady from the newspaper had to write down his name because she was sure the picture she took of him ‘was a keeper’. I’ll be checking tomorrow to see if he’s in there of course!
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The New York Sun, September 21, 1897 We take pleasure in answering at once and thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of THE SUN: “Dear Editor: I am 8 years old.“Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.“Papa says ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’“Please tell me the truth; Is there a Santa Claus? “Virginia O’Hanlon.“115 West Ninety-Fifth Street.” Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do…
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When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And all my toys beside me lay, To keep me happy all the day. And sometimes for an hour or so I watched my leaden soldiers go, With different uniforms and drills, Among the bed-clothes, through the hills; And sometimes sent my ships in fleets All up and down among the sheets; Or brought my trees and houses out, And planted cities all about. I was the giant great and still That sits upon the pillow-hill, And sees before him, dale and plain, The pleasant land…
