'Tis the Season

'Tis the season for ice climbing and hanging out with the family. And shopping I guess, I sure do seem to be doing that a lot lately. That and my computer is glitching, is that the computer or the blog's autosave? We'll say it's the autosave. I was thinking about writing a narrative of the ice climbing trip but I'm not really in the mood right now. Suffice it to say that it was a blast as usual and that the mountains are unreal gorgeous in the sunrise. This morning Santa came and gave us presents that were random items from the house that were all wrapped up. I got a pillow from our upstairs couch, my sister got a cup o' noodles, my dad got a cassette tape with the top gun soundtrack on it, my brother got a candle and my mother received a portrait that she had painted of my sister. Good times! I love Santa Claus. Why does Santa have both the name St. Nick and Kris Kringle? Both of those sound like first names. We had a Christmas that was busy of the things Christmas was meant to be busy with: Beatles Rock Band, Board Games, Card Games, Presents, Reading the biblical versions (or just the one in Luke) of the birth of Jesus. I got some super-sweet books, a Frisbee, some swords, an iTunes card, and my dad pulled out the guitar that I received on one of my first Christmas'. I have been carrying the guitar around all day playing it, even though we can't get it to tune right (and I don't know how to play the guitar). I bet that is pretty similar to the first time I received it for Christmas. We also watched a movie called "Freedom Writers" which was a lovely story about a teacher who inspired inner-city kids to live happy lives and expand themselves beyond the ghetto. I loved the movie except it ended happily ever after. Movies like that don't usually end well. Thanks everyone for Christmas whether or not you gave me presents! I probably should have said something about the true meaning of Christmas in this blog. Remember to not be scrooges, to love your families, there is more to life than gang violence, that the Saviour of mankind was born and that the British spellings of words are better than the American; that is the true meaning of Christmas.