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I've just decided, in the time it took me to write that title (and then in the long extended pause it took me to think of the word, "title") that I am going to share my favorite Christmas songs with you, each time I post.  A few months back I declared (mostly to myself) "There will be no post if there is no picture!"  Likewise, for the foreseeable Christmas season (which someone just informed me can legitimately last until January 6, something about 3 Kings Day or something), I again decree, "There will be no post if there is no song*!"

<3

Handsome is home again.  He did not kill Bambi's father, which is a source of sorrow for him, and probably a bit of relief for Bambi's Mom, who just isn't ready to re-enter the workforce full time after all of these years.  I'm so glad (that he's home, I really don't feel for Bambi's mom.  Get a job!).  Even though he isn't technically home, because he came back to SC just to hop back on the shift train, but I know he's closer; that's enough.

Apparently, it's enough for my appetite, because I made myself dinner tonight.  While he was gone, I just didn't feel like eating dinner.  You can chalk it up to desperate romanticism if you would like, but I think it has more to do with dirtying the kitchen for just one person.  If I lived alone, I think I might eat out all the time.  And live on cold cereal.

Tonight, on top of feeding myself, (a feat I have no right to ascribe to with such pride, but nevertheless I do feel proud of,) I'm going to make these awesome-looking cookies from picky-palate.com.  I'm making a half-batch, because I just can't see spending (yes, spending, as though it was currency) that much butter on one batch of cookies that I'm unsure of.  Even though, *building with excitement* when I went to the grocery store today *more excited!* and swiped my card in the machine *so much excitement* I got this coupon...

Talk about Christmas coming early!!
At the same time, I feel like I'm being followed.
They shouldn't know that the best thing to give me for Christmas is butter.

I'll let you know how the cookies turn out.  The goal is to take some into my office tomorrow and share them.  There's a side-goal of making my mouth happy, and these two goals may be in conflict.  Again, I'll keep you posted.  Finally, kicking off the Christmas Song Festival (that's what I'm calling it) (anyone else notice the absurd number of parenthetical statements in this post?  Wild!) is one of my all-time favorite songs, despite it's tendency towards the annoying.  This song was introduced to me by Handsome's sister, and now I'm sharing it with you.  Presenting, Dominick the Italian Christmas Donkey!

*I reserve the right to substitute a video clip if it seems appropriate.

Wish I were visiting my Paisan, 

TFW