"La Petities Choses Toujours Viennent a Bout Des Grandes..."

*wishes to inquire as to whether erinpuff has read the Percy Shelley/Lord Byron slash here*

Paul and I are sitting curled up at the computer, and I'm trying to write a bit; the relatives are not quite yet here, but everything is just waiting. Finally, the house is clean. Everything is wrapped. Waen and Mum are icing cookies; I am avoiding the temptation. Da's just made a fire, which for some reason smells of cinnamon.

Paul is warm and I love him utterly.

All right, going to get back to things. At any rate, I am hoping for a good Christmas Part I.

"A Light In Everybody's Life..."

Can I add that I am an oblivious idiot?

To-morrow I get to see danica_enjolras! I have been telling people this all week when they ask me what I'm doing for the holidays (Oh, well, I'm just going to meet one of my online friends in Strawberry Square, that's all... Ohoho...). And I've bought her gift and wrapped it pretty, and I'm very excited! ^_____^

I'm just, you know, too absent-minded ever to remember to gloat about it here. Someone thwack me.