Christmas is a go

Although even as I type, my neck is starting to seize up, a good night's sleep with a muscle relaxer (cutting it in half does the trick) and a nice cervical pillow should do the trick. All the presents are wrapped, mainly because half of them will be opened tomorrow when my extended family gathers here. And I'm not even doing pizza, as I feared! I've got a ham, a tray of raw veggies, some iced Christmas cookies, and some frozen buttermilk biscuits. My sis is bringing dessert, mom is bringing a corn casserole, and all I have to do is throw together a sweet potato casserole. Piece of cake.

Without further ado, I'd like to share a special essay written by Audrey. I wish you could see it just as she wrote it, but she used pencil on a piece of dark purple paper, so I doubt it would show up very well. I'll just type out her spelling and syntax, and then follow with the "translation".

(Note: This is Audrey's description of one of the scenes from the movie The Polar Express.)

the Boy pols the Handol thAt the GRol Thats the GRol that is IN ChArG oF GRIVEg the cHrAn the CHrAN STOPS A the MAN Gos oWT AND POLS the Athr MAns BeRd AND the Athr MAN SCReMS AN THe Der screMs AND Gos AWAY.

And now, the translation:

The boy pulls the handle that the girl that's the girl that is in charge of driving the train; the train stops and the man goes out and pulls the other man's beard and the other man screams and the [rein]deer screams and goes away.

Much better the first way, more vivid, don't you agree?

In case I don't get a chance to get online again (or if stress causes my neck to break into smithereens), I wish all of my readers (both of you ;) ) a wonderful Christmas. And if you don't celebrate Christmas, well, have a fantastic day anyway.