Where have the years gone?

What a lazy, laid back Sunday. I made chicken stew, (yummy) and had a chocolate frosted, custard-filled donut for dessert. You'd think we were in the middle of a snow storm. The only other thing I'd need if we were in a snow storm, would be hot chocolate.

I am in the mood for Christmas music and T.V. holiday specials. Rick Springfield is singing Christmas carols as ice skaters perform.

It's 4:30 in the afternoon and it has been cloudy all day. After nearly a week off, I am ready to get back to work. These are very hectic days leading up to the Christmas program which will be attended by a couple hundred proud parents and grandparents, and that will make it all worthwhile.

I just found our first grandchildrens' letters to Santa which were published in the Suburban Journals. They are now 20 & 16. Ashley was six when she wrote, "Dear Santa, I will give your elves some of my cottage cheese and your reindeers some of my red beets." She loved those foods and was being nice! Kyle was two and a half. He said, "Dear Santa, I gonna give you a big yellow cookie, and I gonna give you reindeer some cat food and some big milk. I want a big hammer and screwdriver like Paw-paw's." It makes me nostalgic and I wonder, where did the years go? They turned out to be such great kids!