On the sixth (reading) day of Christmas

At Relief Society earlier this month, we were given a folder of handouts to help us find imaginative ways to celebrate the season. In 2005, the church published a list of readings in the scriptures, to correspond with the twelve days of Christmas. Some of these scriptures will be familiar to you, as they come from the KJV of the Bible. Others will be new to you, but harmonious with what you already know.

As this is a copyrighted article, I am not cutting-and-pasting each day’s reading into my blog posts. Instead, I will post the link and this notice, and you can just read that day’s portion if you choose. I would love to hear your thoughts and impressions.

Consider these my Christmas card(s) to you.

Friday, already? I stayed up much too late last night, playing Mahjongg Toy Box on the AARP website, and making this to take to work today.



One refrigerator piecrust, rolled out tissue-thin between sheets of parchment and teased into the crevices [vicious cravasses, as Tommy Smothers would say, with pumas in them] of my tart pan, then most of a 12-oz bag of semisweet chocolate chips emptied out into it and the pecan halves arranged with an OCDness that would make Martha swoon. Four eggs and maybe two tablespoons of vanilla extract, and I’m not sure how much brown sugar, maybe a cup? and then several goodys of dark corn syrup and a dash of cinnamon and the last of the chocolate chips on top. Into the oven at 350°F for 40 minutes before checking.

Had a great visit with my visiting teacher from church last night. We are kindred spirits, which is either a wonderful thing or a very scary thing, depending upon who’s observing.

We also had fog almost all day yesterday. It was beautiful on the drive to the station, and too dark to photograph, not to mention that I needed all my wits and half of everybody else’s to navigate safely. I looked out the window in the copy room and saw nothing but gleaming pearly light, so I ran back to my desk and got my camera.



It had cleared significantly by the time I walked to the station, or rather it was turning into a gentle, misting rain, much as I remember from the Pacific Northwest. My hair, of course, collapsed like Macarthur Park in the rain; my heart was joyful.

Today we have our office Christmas luncheon and the Secret Santa reveal. And it is entirely possible that the boss will let us leave early, something I used to be much more excited about when I didn’t have such interesting conversations on the journey home. Last year she shut down the popsicle stand in the early afternoon; I had forgotten until a coworker asked me if I thought she might do that again this year.

Film at 11?

Slightly different version of the Mom Song that I loved so much when I heard it earlier this year; [same song, different singer, and I like this version better].