#mustbechristmas…

This morning I was tweeting from the road like this…

My banker was wearing elf shoes and a Christmas fascinator this morning. #mustbechristmas

And then…

Stylist spiked my coffee this morning. Best highlights ever. #mustbechristmas

And then, I stopped. Because that coffee had been spiked. Spiked, I tell you. I think it was Dooley’s. Then, they gave me a bottle. A bottle of Dooley’s. I don’t know whether to put it in the coffee cupboard or the liquor cupboard.

#mustbechristmas

This is my last post until after #mustbechristmas is over.

I’m leaving you with my favorite card of the season. It made me smile. It made me laugh. It made me wish I lived where there are pelicans.

This card came from my good friend, JoAnn Ross. Not only does she write fabulous stories, she gives good cards. Best. Card. Ever.

Whatever you may be celebrating at this time of year — whether it be Hanukkah, Winter Solstice, Christmas, Kwanzaa, or any combination thereof — I’m wishing you the joy of it.

Addendum: You will find the full story of JoAnn’s twenty-one year old pelican cards at her blog, Romance Writing From the Edge. Click. On. Over.

2 thoughts on “#mustbechristmas…”

  1. Hey Darlin’! What fun to see my card here!

    That dates back to 1990, when after many years living in the Arizona desert, Sweetie and I were going to FINALLY move back home to the Pacific Northwest where we grew up. Where he bought me a white bag of salt water taffy, then proposed to me on the coast when I was eighteen. We’d even found a place on Admiralty Bay in Port Townsend, on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington.

    Then life sort of intervened. But I already had my Christmas cards bought, so I decided to keep them for when we did make it back there. Meanwhile, we continued to visit for three weeks every year to go to the beach and hike in the Olympics, Cascades, and North Cascades. And indulge in much yummy fresh seafood, shellfish, and berries.

    THEN, a few years later, we were — yay! — ready. We found another house, in the same neighborhood. It was October and I had my pelican Christmas cards ready. Then grandkidlets started being born in D.C. and Sweetie decided we should move back east to be closer to them.

    My first question was, “You want us to move across the Mississippi?” My second, unspoken one, was “What about my pelican Christmas cards?????”

    And that’s how we ended up in Tennessee, which was only an 8-9 hr drive to D.C. Which any westerner knows, is nothing. But it was also a lot farther away to the west coast. So although I’d escaped Arizona, we were moving in the wrong direction.

    But still I kept those cards.

    Last September, while searching online, as I did at least once a week since the internet was invented, I found the perfect wooded lot on South Puget Sound using Google Earth. We emailed a scan of a check for a downpayment and flew to Washington three days later to confirm that it was our perfect place. Which it was! Even better than the earlier ones! So we began building.

    After flying back and forth 3,000+ miles three times during construction, we bought a motorhome and drove our three rescued dogs across ten states in nine days to beat the moving van. We arrived at the end of May and I moved my cards to a desk basket in my office/scrapbook/cardmaking room.

    And FINALLY, twenty-one years after I first bought them, here we are, living on the water on Puget Sound back home in the Pacific Northwest and I’m able to send my happy holiday pelicans flying off to friends. So, along with wishing peace love, and joy of the season to all, my Christmas message is, if you have a dream, hold on tight and never let it go.

    Merry merry,

    JoAnn

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