Let it snow...

This morning, my daughter and I woke up bright and early. We got dressed in multiple layers and still succeeded in freezing our asses off watching the annual Christmas parade. We headed to our favorite local independent coffee store after that and drank mugs of hot chocolate (mine with peppermint, of course! Holiday season and all!) and cranberry almond scones.
1 o'clock brought a free showing of the Jim Carrey version of The Grinch That Stole Christmas.
Neither my daughter or I had seen it before, it definitely wasn't as good as the original. Nothing ever is, of course.
Bear took her Christmas shopping after that, which seemed to be an exhausting thing for him. She's determined to tell me what they bought, and I just don't want to know! Gone are the days when I would sneak into my mother's closet and open all my gifts. It's not that the surprise is that important to me, I enjoy the look on the giver's face much more than the actual gift. The expectation, the excitement, the nerves... the present couldn't possible top the intent behind the gift.
We ended the day with a story and some pottery. We listened to The Polar Express and I watched my daughter, tongue between her teeth, create a coffee mug. It was adorable - she's so precise and creative!
So I'm ending today full of mellowness. I'm going to try not to write much more sentimental crap, even I'm making myself a little ill. Let the sex, violence and darkness commence! ;) Kidding, of course, but I am going to try to pull myself more onto the middle road of literary creativity!