Santa - Functionally Fat
Hey Everyone,
Walking to school in the mornings with 50km winds whipping at my face made me realize that Santa is rotund and rosy for a reason. Insulation.
Man it can get cold fast, but what keeps me warm throughout those frigid walks is the thought that a month from now I'll be warming my feet back home and working on increasing my own insulation via cookies. It's been eight months since I've been home, and let me tell you, I'm ready to come back. Although, there is the whole shopping thing to think about. Having to go to the mall, dealing with huge crazy lines, insane holiday traffic... oh wait. Wait. I don't have to deal with ANY of that this year. The downside is that my selection of gifts might be limited. I guess I can always pack up some of that arctic char or caribou that's still in the freezer. Of course, the people on the plane might not appreciate the smell when it thaws. Maybe I'll just stick with online shopping.
In any case, I'm about as excited as I've ever been at the thought of heading home for Christmas, and to answer the question before it gets asked, I want clothes. Lots of shiny new clothes (Metro shiny please).
Anyways, I have to head off to bed here, but I promise that the next post will come a lot quicker than this one did. And Bernie, if you ever take a second out of your rock-star schedule to read this, call me and tell me what you want for Christmas cause I have no clue where to even begin.
Later,
Markus
Walking to school in the mornings with 50km winds whipping at my face made me realize that Santa is rotund and rosy for a reason. Insulation.
Man it can get cold fast, but what keeps me warm throughout those frigid walks is the thought that a month from now I'll be warming my feet back home and working on increasing my own insulation via cookies. It's been eight months since I've been home, and let me tell you, I'm ready to come back. Although, there is the whole shopping thing to think about. Having to go to the mall, dealing with huge crazy lines, insane holiday traffic... oh wait. Wait. I don't have to deal with ANY of that this year. The downside is that my selection of gifts might be limited. I guess I can always pack up some of that arctic char or caribou that's still in the freezer. Of course, the people on the plane might not appreciate the smell when it thaws. Maybe I'll just stick with online shopping.
In any case, I'm about as excited as I've ever been at the thought of heading home for Christmas, and to answer the question before it gets asked, I want clothes. Lots of shiny new clothes (Metro shiny please).
Anyways, I have to head off to bed here, but I promise that the next post will come a lot quicker than this one did. And Bernie, if you ever take a second out of your rock-star schedule to read this, call me and tell me what you want for Christmas cause I have no clue where to even begin.
Later,
Markus
posted by Markus & Colleen at 8:16 PM
1 Comments:
Hey Markus and Colleen,
we have a winter storm watch, my favorite time. For some odd reason I love this. Is it going to be a snowday, can we build another snowman? Is the snowblower still working or do we have to shovel by hand?
All the snow had melted and everything was gray until yesterday. At least we have a little coverage now. I was very afraid DAniel would get home and we don't have any snow.
I put up all the lights outside, the house looks so much bigger with all the lights around it (LED's I might add - most of them anyway).
As for the cookies - they are in the making. Hopefully I can send your birthday parcel out on Wednesday, then you guys get just a little taste.
Then there is the Christmas shopping or the lack of. I think you guys know by now what my priorities are, so don't worry about presents! And I know a much better way to spend my money ... like August 4th next year.
Next time I talk to Bernie I will tell him to check the web site. We figured he is worse than me when it comes to computers, and I don't know how you can beat that.
Anyway, time for me to go to bed. Hope you guys have a great pre-Christmas time, stay warm
Love
Mom, Gerti
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