tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865153402965095677.post4491905639186208511..comments2024-03-17T23:34:50.847-04:00Comments on The Goat: Magic of the SeasonKristin - The Goathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08856336718919208752noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865153402965095677.post-33413280486309311302008-12-25T22:20:00.000-05:002008-12-25T22:20:00.000-05:00Anonymous is my Mother. The signature at the end ...Anonymous is my Mother. The signature at the end of her comment is "lm" which means Love Mom. Just thought I'd explain that.<BR/><BR/>Thanks Mom. I'm so glad that you were able to sit by a fire with a real Christmas tree nearby. Sounds just lovely.<BR/><BR/>Megan - I agree with the longing for insanity lol Thanks for stopping by!Kristin - The Goathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08856336718919208752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865153402965095677.post-54674492669163805222008-12-25T11:48:00.000-05:002008-12-25T11:48:00.000-05:00wow... that was really sweet. I know how she feels...wow... that was really sweet. <BR/><BR/>I know how she feels. Only 35 myself, I find myself at Christmas longing for our childhood Christmas insanity. The blaze of presents and day-long gorging on candy and home-cooked food. Visitors in and out... <BR/><BR/>We usually gather before Christmas and after Christmas now, but THE day is spent at home for the rest of the family so that they themselves can build these same memories.<BR/><BR/>oh, and thanks so much for the shout out at Apartment Therapy!! LOL! At least now I got one more than myself! HA<BR/><BR/>Merry ChristmasAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865153402965095677.post-28174738362347725422008-12-25T07:47:00.000-05:002008-12-25T07:47:00.000-05:00And thank you Kristin. It still makes me cry also....And thank you Kristin. It still makes me cry also. Happy tears I think. Nostalgic. I sit here at the Wild Goose B&B, lovely fireplace, cup of coffee, snowy winter morning...alone. Well not exactly...I hear the voices of the inn keeper and a friend of his who both will be preparing breakfast for us all in a few minutes, but it's not like coming down to the living room with a room full of happy kids. Life does just continue to change, minute by minute. New experiences. It's all good. Last evening the inn keeper (who just happens to be a former Dancing Goat customer, of course) put up his Christmas tree. This morning when I went down for coffee it greeted me at the bottom of the stairs. The scent of pine with lights blazing. And the coffee was hot and fresh. Merry Christmas in all it's forms. Much love to you and your blogging friends, lmAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865153402965095677.post-82752328569047817142008-12-24T13:17:00.000-05:002008-12-24T13:17:00.000-05:00Hi Leigh! Merry Christmas to you - I was crying ag...Hi Leigh! Merry Christmas to you - I was crying again as I was typing it. I had to stop several times to blow my nose! What my mother doesn't say is that the three of us girls are all six and a half years apart in age - so as soon as one started getting "too old" for believing in Santa, the younger one was just getting bright eyed about him and the magic happened all over again.<BR/><BR/>Every time I turn on the christmas tree lights I am in awe of the magic. That has never faded for me.Kristin - The Goathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08856336718919208752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865153402965095677.post-69383543425286746752008-12-24T12:28:00.000-05:002008-12-24T12:28:00.000-05:00Oh, tears here too!Sniff, sniff (grabbing and dabb...Oh, tears here too!<BR/>Sniff, sniff (grabbing and dabbing with a kleenex)<BR/>I can so relate to that story, as my children become older (the oldest is 18). And I relate because it sound sso much like my own childhood.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for that. I love it!Leigh of Tales from Bloggeritavillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01501269563354107349noreply@blogger.com