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Let it be known that, for the first time EVER--Annie did not receive a book for Christmas*. From Pat the Bunny to Hugh Blair's Lectures on Rhetoric and Belles-Lettres, I have ALWAYS had something to curl up with on Christmas afternoon. Now, considering the stack of books-to-read next to my bed, I'm not hurting for reading material--but I was amazed. Thanks all--for the music, Morroccan spices, "good smelling goop," and various other presents. Dad's been watching a Law & Order marathon since we finished with the presents, David's been teaching me about Iron and Wine and Sufjan Stevens, and Mom's taking a nap. I'm supposed to be making a pecan pie, but I can't find the pecans. Shep just walked in the kitchen. Mom must be awake.

It was a great Christmas.

*I did receive a book of knitting patterns (Thanks Patrice!), and while I am very excited to have it, it isn't really a book.

And now, a word from a brother:

"I can't believe mom is still sleeping... OOH! books!.." ... said my sister as she found a place in the corner chair with some reading material. This morning I was woken up by annie around 10 am and had to reconcile a dream that I had. In my dream I had woken up at 8 am, opened presents with my family and was soon regretting waking up so early. That was my dream - I was tired. I was asleep and my mind, thinking it was awake, wished it was asleep. The dream is going to be written down in my journal I keep on myself (titled "why I think that I am a little left of sane").

It is four thirty and my feet are getting to hot in my slippers. Merry Christmas.