Before we'd got used to writing 2011 here it almost isn't any more.
Some readers have already seen in the New Year, some are close to it, and here in the eastern US it's morning and I'm planning on getting around to cooking a nice New Year's welcome lunch for HS. Mixed seafood chowder, with lovely garlic bread, then shortbread, German fruitcake, cheddar cheese, eggnog, possibly California white wine, an international spread, come to think of it.
Meanwhile, the Dollivers broke out the champagne and the pink ribbons, and with Porcelain Doll playing the part of Baby 2012 -- she had campaigned to be the baby in the manger and was all upset to find the part was already assigned, so this is her consolation prize -- they, and the Little Dolls and the Tinies and the Animals all wish you and your teddybears a lovely, healthy, happy, thrifty, joyful New Year!
Bells, whistles, sirens, singing...
And the Ds., pointed out I'd forgotten the most important wish of all, and insisted I come back and add it:
Lang may yer lum reek!
they want you to know this is Lowland Scots for long may your chimney smoke, which means long life, since you'll be stoking the fire in your fireplace!
My wish for you, as this new year dawns, is happy days and contended times.
ReplyDeleteAll the best to you all in 2012. You write a smokin' blog, Sis.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year Liz, Dollivers, Tinies, Animals, Little Dolls and anyone I may have forgotten to name.
ReplyDeleteHip hip Hurrah! Nothing like ringing in a new year with the Dollivers! Love you Liz! 2012 here we come!
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