A Girl With a Sword

a Minich Family Christmas

And here is William making his Harrison Ford face . . .

We had a happy Christmas, got up a little later than usual because we were all still watching Charlie Brown's Christmas at midnight last night, then we had to leave the milk and cookies for Santa and find the stockings so we could hang them by the chimney with care, so we didn't go to bed until almost one o'clock (when the Ghost of Christmas Past comes).  The gift-giving was a little groggy, but the presents were nice.  I got a big, fuzzy, fraggley blanket and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (which William ordered off ebay from Korea), a Joan Baez CD, because I realized that when I left Tami I no longer had any Joan Baez, and a picture book of intricate illustrations that is signed by the author with "especially by Linnea" written above the signature. My Mom met the nice old man who made the book at a craft exhibition in Omaha, but she could not explain the prepositional oddity.  Christmas in our family consists of eating Christmas dinner, playing with brandy and Christmas pudding for awhile (and maybe eating a few bites of pudding in the process), then watching our Christmas DVDs for the rest of the day.  We got the Cadfael series, Season One.  I was kind of unsure when William told me we had to ask for it for Christmas, but we watched the first episode today and it was really interesting.  Complex, made my brain feel more awake.  And then we watched this, which is way fun, lots of English people playing sultans and sultanas.  Christmas is all about fairy tales and myths and legends.  Then we watched more Black Adder, we're on Season Four now.  Brilliant, brilliant British comedy.  I don't know why I never watched it before: Rowan Atkinson, Hugh Laurie, Stephen Fry, Brian Blessed, other less famous funny people.  And that was our Christmas, that, plus drinking lots of tea and napping.

And here's a picture of me and my fuzzy blanket and my crown: