Ho! To celebrate the season,1Happy christmahannukwanzaadon/festivus! This is a yearly tradition. Thanks to the list I created last year, it’s easier to make all the necessary changes: here, Gravatar, Google profile, Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Disqus, Intense Debate, Diaspora… I’ve donned my Santa hat and activated the snow machine. *<:-)
I hope your holiday preparations are going well. I’m off to enjoy a mug of hot chocolate with a candy cane stirring stick. c[_]
Christmas time means a trip to Pioneer Place to visit “Santa Claus.”1Little did we know that the real Santa had moved to Pioneer Courthouse Square, to be replaced by a fraud who didn’t ask the kid’s names, hurried through Christmas wants, and didn’t talk to parents other than to say, “Quick, snap the picture. There are other people in line.” Bad form, Pioneer Place. *<:-( (Today is Festivus, so the airing of grievances is traditional and appropriate.) Then we walked to Pioneer Courthouse Square to see Portland’s tree and take more pictures. I experimented with zoomy, blurry, and zoomy blurry pictures.
Santa is Just as Real as Bigfoot. In a delightful story, a bike mechanic turned bike salesman talks about Santa Claus — and Bigfoot — with a skeptical young girl.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
As is our tradition, we visited Portland today to tell Santa what we want for Christmas. ‘Course, he already knew!
The Logan family has been blessed this Christmas season. I trust yours has been, as well.
Merry Christmas!
