“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
Last night my grandsons put out their shoes for Mikulas. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikul%C3%A1s I imagine Sofia and Clara did too, and I’ll hear later what they found in them…. Here is a video of Mikulas arriving at the Kossuth Street Preschool: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuvrPk-cWW0
Stephen is temporarily quite disappointed because the temperatures warmed up and the snow is all vanished. This has convinced him that he’s missed it all, winter, Christmas, everything. But I believe we have another snow coming this weekend, so I think he’ll cheer up again. And in the meantime, he has “kiki”, his word for candy, from St. Nicholas. He speaks quite well, but with some of the individual expressions of a three year old. We all laugh about him being secretly German because of the way he always uses the word “mine” instead of “my”. He says, “mine house”, “mine digger truck”, mine snow pants”.
Meanwhile, I am proud to announce that all my Christmas presents have been bought and now I just have to wrap them! But all the decoration has not been done, so I better keep on. I am somewhat slowed down by all the memories that go with each ornament. But I’ll get there.