Just call me *Super*twinkletoes

[mrissa]

I am wearing sparkly pink Superman socks.

Generally I am opposed to pink. But! Sparkly pink Superman socks! This is different from ordinary pink. Also there are blue ones, which are striped sparkly blue Superman socks. Do you understand? The words "sparkly" and "Superman" have so long belonged in proximity, and now here they are, together at last, gently warming my feet.

I love Christmas.

I am not wearing sparkly pink Superman socks, drinking tea, eating chocolates, and reading the new Michael Chabon book. But I could. Because that's what I've gotten in the mail so far for Christmas. Actually it's only part of what I've gotten in the mail so far for Christmas. For why? Because I am spoiled. In one of the cases, I honestly thought that the box was something I'd ordered for someone else, and I opened it early so that I could wrap it, only to find out that it was all for meeeeee, no wrapping required. The other box I eyed carefully. The return address was a friend. I had not asked the friend to make anything for me to give to anyone else. "Perhaps it's perishable," I said finally. "I had better open it now and not wait, in case it's perishable. We wouldn't want it to spoil. Or, I know! Perhaps she has sent something to me to give to the godkids! I must open it, in case I am to surprise the godkids with it! Won't someone please think of the godkids!"

It was not for the godkids.

I love Christmas.

I have triumphed over four rolls of wrapping paper in the last two days. Three of them were partial rolls leftover from last year. Still, seven at one blow! Er, I mean, four in two days! And I'm not done wrapping yet. Not by a long shot.

Sometimes in years past I've asked what gift you're most excited about giving this year. Each year there are more people on my gift list reading this lj, so I can no longer say what these exciting gifts are. I'm pretty excited about the godkids' presents, though, and the niecelet's, and ksumnersmith's, and a component of what we're giving my grands. And I'm pretty satisfied with other folks' presents in a less exciting way. So what are you excited about giving this year? or, if your loved ones read this lj, whose present?

Comments

[diatryma.livejournal.com]

I'm nervous about my dad's second present-- it's a set of Chicago papercraft postcards and isn't here yet. It should be here. Why isn't it here? I don't *have* a backup present idea, and this puts him at half a present, and I couldn't think of anything for him one year.
Sigh.

I think Mom will like her edges-only brownie pan. I know my brother will like his lifting gloves, because he took all the fun out of it and told me what to get (I did the same thing, but I had a much longer list and a lot of open-ended items). I have gotten much joy from-- okay, I tried to do the linky, but she's Kaesa on Livejournal, and the anemone hat I made her-- she seems to like it, and she's told me what my old professors have thought of it, though not the invertebrate zoology one that I expect would matter most.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

markgritter had me worried about my dad's present as well, because he kept telling me it hadn't shipped. But it had. It's still not here yet, so I suppose I shouldn't stop fussing, but it's far more likely to arrive having shipped than if it was still sitting around a warehouse somewhere.

Anemone hat!

[diatryma.livejournal.com]

That seems to be the common response to the hat. I should probably get some yarn and start one for my old research adviser; I'm not sure she's seen it, and she'll probably want one of her own once she does. Or maybe she'd like a squid instead. Hm.