Thanksgiving seems distant as I take a pen to my December calendar. Felting dries on my curtain rods, dolls have bodies, the children have a five foot blue lit christmas tree in their bedroom for a nightlight, and tonight we read Elf on a Shelf for our advent treat.
The ballet was a treat last night. Ella had a wonderful time was was so happy to be out after ten on a school night. We saw the Moscow Ballet's Great Russian Nutcracker, and the show was an elegant and evocative fantasy.
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