Good Riddance!

In about ten hours we will officially say, "So long" to 2005- Thank God!!!! I have stated many times that this is the year that sucks. Just look around, almost everyone experienced something awful this year. It didn't even give us a few days grace; the brother-in-law of a woman I work with was killed in a head-on collision just three days ago. I know that bad stuff happens every day in every year, but it seemed like 2005 was a little over kill. My plan had been to write up some of the crap, but in the spirit of new beginnings I don't really feel like dwelling right now. (Not that it probably would have mattered, because it doesn't seem that anyone reads or posts anymore. Even so, I'll save the"good" stuff for my diary lest anyone is waiting to ambush.)

Here's some of the postive (kinda'): I learned a lot about people this year. Family is a much appreciated rock. I also have friends who will go to Hell and back with me and some that won't. That stings, but what can you do? I'm less naive than I was a year ago. I am seeing more things and people for what and who they truly are. Some of it is comforting, and some of it saddens me. I learned that we are very loved and very supported. A loving support system is priceless. Faith, hope, love and prayer make all the difference. There is growth and strength through pain. Life's better on the other side if you can just get through the hard parts. I've learned to be patient. I've learned to let go. I've learned to forgive. Most of all, nothing is impossible with God.

Here are my hopes for 2006: Lots of love and laughter! I hope that where God closes a door He opens a window. I hope that we strengthen existing relationships, resurrect nearly dead ones and continue to grow new ones. I hope that we get out of town more often! I pray that we are content. I pray that we all have more happiness and less stress. I hope that we all try to understand and appreciate each other exactly where we are at. Life is just too short. I pray that we will accept God's will for this year of our lives whatever it may be.

By the way, Happy Birthday to Andy and Happy New Year 2006 to everyone else!

"Here's a Story..."

We don't watch very much TV. We only have a few programs that we attempt to watch regularly: House, er, Reunion (for a little while longer) and the morning news! Every now and then I put in on for white noise. It helps keep me from getting too lonely during the day. Last night was one of those white noise moments. I was waiting for Don to come home from the show and found this really dumb program on VH1: My Fair Brady. It's a reality show featuring Chris Knight aka: Peter Brady and this really dim girl that he's dating. She's a model who is less than half his age. She drove me totally nuts after five minutes. She's vulgar, stupid, clingy and her eyes are too far apart! Not that Peter Brady is a catch. He just comes off as what he is: a middle aged, washed-up former child star. The fact that he's doing the show confirms it. It was kinda' sad, actually. I don't understand why he's trying so hard to please this awful girl and why in the world she wants her hooks in him. I think it's all about sex. Everytime things got tense, they went off to have sex. Ok, that's a really great foundation. I guess you don't have to communicate if the sex is often enough. That was kinda' creepy, too. The girl got in this dominatrix outfit and started spanking Chris with a paddle. I could really do without the adult Peter Brady begging for another. I don't care what they do in the bedroom; I just don't want to see it in my living room! Not unless it's Cathouse. Now, that's a very interesting and enlightening program! One of Don's Second City friends tried to get him a signed picture of Isabella Soprano for Christmas. No luck. I guess you have to visit the Bunny Ranch for that one. I'm kinda' surprised that he didn't! I digress... The Brady show got better when Florence Henderson aka: Ma Brady and the Wesson lady came over. She was not very impressed and neither was I. I'd rather share opinion with Flo than Peter. She's a classy lady! You probably guessed that I will not be planning my social calendar around My Fair Brady! I hope you don't, either.

Fire and Wine

Merry belated Christmas, everyone! I meant to post before Christmas, but got busy with all the festivities. We had a great Christmas! We had lots of family togetherness and craziness. Don's mom got a chocolate fondue fountain which was quite entertaining. Rumor has it, we may add a chocolate fondue time to the Fourth of July schedule. It was pretty fun and good too!

I learned this year that people really do listen when you tell them what you want. We received more of our wedding crystal, which I am so happy about. China and crystal are great gifts to give us, because we didn't get much of it for our wedding. So, we are still building the collection. Now, silver... we got tons of that!

Don spoiled me this year. We came home from Midnight Mass and he had a gift basket waiting for me. I started unwrapping and found a work order receipt. He had a chimney sweep come out so we could finally use our fireplace! I have been going on and on about wanting to have a fire since we lived in our old house and never used that fireplace, either! So, on Christmas Eve we had our very first fire in our fireplace and it was wonderful! I was so happy. Don did a great job with gift baskets this year. We gave a few baskets to people this year, but his to me were the best. Good job, Sweetheart! My next basket had all kinds of wine/bar stuff in it plus some other cute stuff. The big deal was that Don renewed our subscription to the wine of the month club. Yippee! Fire and wine, what more does a girl need?! Well... He also gave me an LCD flat screen TV and a DVD/VCR combo for my craft room. My big plan is to organize my room in February and make it a really nice retreat/work space. (Hey, Lisa ya' wanna' help?) I have great stuff in there. It's just not put together well. So, I cannot wait to get it together and craft and work away in style. I say "work", because Debbie and I are going to try to work from home one day a week. I get so much more done at home than at church where the distractions are constant.

We had a great time with all of our family and received a lot of great stuff. My dad got us all set to garden in the spring. I can't wait to re-do that whole garden area. Good thing we're freeing up some time! Anthony gave me this really cool mini-digital camera that I can have with me wherever I go. So, now no one is safe! I'll have a camera everywhere! Like I said, we were spoiled by everyone. Next year will probably be semi-giftless. My mom has already made the plea. I really enjoy exchanging gifts, not so much because of what I get but because of what we give. I like coming up with good gifts for people. I think and try hard. I grab things all year round and save them for Christmas, so going giftless will be hard for me because I enjoy the hunt. I rarely give gift cards and am actually offended when people say that's all they want. I'd rather not give them anything then. I realize that people can actually go out and get what they "really" want with a gift card, but it takes all the thoughtfulness out of it for me. That's just my opinion. The gift cards that we gave this year were actually parts of gift baskets or were very specific for self-pampering. Those still required careful thought and planning. I'm not dogging on people who give gift cards. I just don't like doing it myself.

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas, too. Can't wait to hear all about it.

A Little Magic

I could use some magic right now! Today is the Winter Solstice ie: the first day of Winter and the shortest day of the year. (Don's happy, because they'll get longer from here.) Unfortunately, Winter did not show up today in Las Vegas. It must have gone on Christmas - oh, excuse me, Winter- Vacation with everyone else. I guess it didn't know that it was leaving a little 26 year old girl very sad to see sun instead of snow this Christmas. Actually, I've only experienced one white Christmas in my lifetime and am aching for another one. I don't ever expect snow here, but cold temps would be nice. I can't believe that we finally got our heater fixed upstairs in time for record highs. Grrr. This morning on the news I was about ready to reach through the TV and slap the weatherman and all the giggly newsanchors who were gloating about the temps. "Oh, it's perfect! What a beautiful day!" Sure, if we were still in October! Did someone forget to mention that it's December. I wanted to call them and cry out that their "perfect" weather is set to ruin my Christmas! Some people get depressed over rain and clouds; I get depressed over perpetual sunshine. I hate the sun. So, why do I live in wonderful Las Vegas? Good question. I didn't have a choice at three years old, so here I am. At least I still have a few days to hope for a cool down in time for Christmas. We all know that the weathermen are seldom correct on their predictions. Come on Santa, bring me some snow!

Even though Vegas is not very Christmasy, the Magical Forest helps me forget about where I live and imagine I'm somewhere much nicer. Here's a totally useless bit of info: I actually volunteered at the Magical Forest the very first day it was open way back when. I was in the 7th grade , and my job was to tell people not to smoke on the path. We went on Monday and had a great time. The Magical Forest is probably my very favorite pre-Christmas event. It's just so... magical! Here some Magical Forest visits from the past:

Jessica being urged to "slap that ass".

Yippee! A gold reindeer!

I don't even remember what year this was, but I know we had Cheescake Factory afterwards!

Gee, who are those girls? lol.

Don and me by a Gingerbread House. How sweet.

This was our Christmas card picture a few years ago.

This was Don's first visit. We went the week after Christmas and no one was there.

I LOVE this picture! The snowmen are so cute. Unfortunately, I could not locate them this year, which made me very sad. :(

Lacey the little doll.

That's Don and his sisters from last year. Neither made it this year. Lisa's stuck in PA with basketball games and Laura is busier than we are!

I don't have my pics yet from this year (yes, I use real film.). Can't wait to see Katie getting rammed in the butt by a billy goat! Oh, the Magical Forest...

Bah Humbug

No time to write, but here's a picture from the crazy year that I decided it would be fun to do a show during Christmas. What was I thinking?! It was Dickens' A Christmas Carol, and that's my Cratchit family. I was Martha, the oldest. (Did you know that any of the Cratchits had names other than Bob and Tiny Tim?) Speaking of Tiny Tim... that kid was such a brat! During one of our performances he whacked me in the eye with his crutch! I know it was an accident, but let's just say that Tim might not have had much hope if I'd gotten ahold of him! Oh , the joys of children in live theater!

The Brick

I didn't write this. It was a forwarded email that spoke to me. Maybe it will speak to you too.

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother, "he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy! push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!" God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.

Christmas Eve with some of the people that I love most in the world.

My Favorite Christmas

If you couldn't tell, Christmas is my very favorite time of year. I love all the music, crafts, parties, food and events. I think the only thing I don't love is shopping. I enjoy finding the perfect gift, but I hate the crowds and browsing when I'm not in the mood or don't have a clue what I'm looking for. Therefore, pretty much every Christmas has been a good memory. But, of course, there is a favorite.

My very favorite Christmas was when I was in the third grade. (That's my favorite grade, too.) I was so excited to be part of what would be CTK's last Christmas Pageant. I was a lavender angel, but I vowed that the next year we would know when the auditions were being held and I would be Mary. Alas, I never got my chance, but being an angel was pretty cool and was my very first taste of doing music at church. A little side note about my angelic experience: I had to hitch a ride home with another angel's family one night and that particular angel was Davina who grew up to kill her husband. Not very angelic, hu?

The pageant was fun, but the real reason that this is my favorite Christmas is because it was the one time that we went "home". Home was Salt Lake City. Most of our Christmases here were just my parents, brother and me, so it was so fun to finally have a big family Christmas with all the aunts, uncles and cousins. My cousin Kristi saved me from the codfish pudding (yuck!) that my grandma plopped on my plate but couldn't spare me from having to sing Christmas carols for the entire family. (I was mortified of singing in front of family even then!) Anthony sang Rudolph, which was probably much cuter than my songs. Grandma played for us both on her out-of-tune piano as my uncle fell asleep (we have pictures to prove it!). I can see the whole scene in my head as if it were yesterday. The big fun came on Christmas Day when we got to hang out with my dad's side of the family. Things were always so much crazier and lively on my dad's side. Plus, I had more cousins around my age to hang out with. Everyone was there. No one had moved too far away, yet (except for us) and as a kidI have no memory of family feuds that would come with the passage of time. We did get a Nintendo from my uncle which bugged my parents, because they didn't want us to have one at the time. That was it for bad feelings. I'm sure that there had to have been some sadness and upset, because it was only two years after my grandad and brother had died. Even so, I couldn't tell. I was just so excited to be with all these people that I loved so much. I'm glad that children can't usually perceive how things change over time . The world was so small and perfect in my eyes. It couldn't get any better.

But, it did! It SNOWED!!!!! I was in seventh heaven! I know that lots of people hate the snow, but snow has always been so magical to me. I have always felt that the snow falls just for me, because God knows that I love it so much. There are even embarrassing pictures of me as a kid bawling my eyes out because we had to leave the snow. I can't explain it, but I have always had a very special connection with the snow. I love the way that it brings peace and serenity. Everything has to stop for the snow.

As a snow lover, I am definitely in the wrong town! But, to my great pleasure and surprise it has snowed here in Vegas the past two years during the week or two following Christmas. I had spent so many years adding "White Christmas" to my list that it was a dream come true to see the white stuff in my own backyard! I'm not holding my breath for a triple, although it would be nice. I guess, I would hate to lose my snow mysticism by it becoming too normal. I'll just trust that God will send it to me when I need it.

I've never made a "real" snowman. This was my mini version from the snowfall two years ago. He had peppermint eyes (they bleed, so I don't recommend them), a wire mouth and palm leaf arms. He lived in the freezer at the bank for a good month or two. I visited him everyday, but finally had to let him go. At least, I got a picture.

The Christmas Hubcap

Long ago, in Christmas 2002, I received the most heart-warming gift that I will never forget. It was late Christmas morning, and we were all assembled around my parents' Christmas tree eagerly awaiting our Christmas joy. I believe the honor of Santa was bestowed upon my brother that year. Slowly, he began distributing the piles of presents to each family member. Six for Mom, five for Dad, six for Don, ten for Anthony and one for me. I looked down at the wrinkled Victoria's Secret bag held shut with many pieces of scotch tape and wondered what treasure this glorious bag held for me. I just hoped that it wasn't too embarrassing! I waited as everyone opened their gifts. Don received jumper cables, Anthony received a Palm Pilot, stereo and Hummer cologne, Dad received various video cassettes about the space program and Mom received her jewelry cleaner, again. I could hardly contain my excited anticipation! It was finally my turn! I careful ripped each piece of tape individually from the bag and slowly removed the multi-colored tissue paper which hid the bag's contents from easy view. Finally, my eyes caught a bright silver gleam from beneath the last piece of tissue. They began to well with tears of great joy as I pulled a bright shiny hubcap from its temporary home.

My dad was so proud to tell me the story of two hubcaps. I won't do it justice, but it goes something like this: Once there were sister mini-vans who lived in the garage together: one white and one blue. The white one had been well cared for and didn't have many cosmetic problems. The blue van was adopted from a caring family, but had only one deformity: one of its hubcaps didn't match the others! It was a source of great shame for the blue mini-van and its drivers. Years went by and one day the white mini-van had a blow-out on a major freeway and lost one of its perfect hubcaps. The blue mini-van had moved away and was not aware of this great calamity that had befallen its sister. Once again, there was great shame in the garage. Ever observant, my dad noticed that the blue van's defect hubcap was an exact match for the white van's missing hubcap. Hurray! So, he did what any loving mini-van owner would do and drove down to Hubcap Annie's to find the blue van's long lost matching hubcap!So, a few days after Christmas the hubcap transplant took place and we have two very happy mini-vans to this very day.

So, every year around this time, I spare a thought for that hubcap: the best gift a girl could ever receive!

*This story was based on fact. Some of the details have been changed due to lack of memory.

Don, the Hubcap & me

Ok, so my dad gets a bum wrap in this story. In all fairness, this was the Christmas after our wedding, so I'm sure that my parents felt that they had spent more than enough money on us for one year! I know that Christmas isn't all about presents and money, but you have to admit that it's a funny story.

Advent Prayer

Sometimes I wonder if moms and daughters encapsulate all the strength of the earth.


I know that I have made no secret of my feelings that this has been a less than fabulous year so affectionately deemed 2005: The Year that Sucks. (I can't wait until it's the year that sucked.) Considering that the year is coming to a close, I thought that all the bad news would be finished, but illnesses, personal tragedies, natural disasters, bad blood and other inexplicable goings-on don't care that the rest of us are on holiday. It is so sad and unfortunate to me that almost every person that I know or have come into contact with has had some awful thing happen in their lives this year. Almost no one was immune. Maybe it's just what we Psychology types call the Availability Heuristic in which a judgement is made based on what we remember rather than complete data. So, I say that's it's been a crappy year, because all I can recall are crappy things. But, one of you might say that's it's the best year ever, because all you recall are great things that have happened. Psychology lesson over. That being said, this week I was once again reminded of what a topsy-turvy, evil world this can be at times. I have been left with the nagging question: Why do people feel justified in hurting or destroying others for their own gain? (Disclaimer: This has nothing to do with me.) It hurts my heart to know that good, sincere and truly generous people are being sacrificed to a selfish and distrustful society. What do people really think they are going to gain? Are hearts so hardened?

I am so often asked why we don't have any children (as if it's anyone's business), and sometimes I wonder how could I bring an innocent child into a world that is so confused? I don't want to have a child in a society that doesn't respect my parental choices in how to educate, discipline and even love my own child. A parent shouldn't need be afraid to scold or hold their child. (I'm not passing judgement, just relaying my opinion. I am also not saying that I don't want children. Ok ,that should cover everyone. lol.)

One thingI have learned from my experience and observation of this year is that there is great strength and truth in all of us if we call upon it. Maybe this has all been God's way of waking us up and making us realize our strength and the importance of faith. I may be sad and a little changed, but I have not lost my faith. I hope and pray that no one else has or will. Good will always conquer evil; we just need to be patient and keep watch, right? Isn't that what Advent is really about? We don't know the day or the hour, but we do believe that it is coming...

The following prayer was emailed to me. I feel that it is very appropriate for this time:

"Shine in my heart," the place where I experience God, the heart where I experience the God-hunger. I long for the light of Christ to shine in my heart, nurturing and sustaining my spirit.

"Shine in my heart" -- illuminate the dark places in my heart: the sadness, grief, anger. Illuminate the dark places in my mind: the resentments, the frustrations. Illuminate the dark places of my spirit: the depression, the anxiety, the fear. Shine in my heart, Lord Jesus, and lighten the heaviness that paralyzes my action. Heal the wounds and sins that keep me separated from God.

-- Beth A. Richardson

Thoughts Provoked Today

Tuesday started bright and early at 6:15am (I know that's sleeping in to some of you. ) and a warm shower. Another day of double duty at the bank and the church. Usually, Don and I watch Fox5 News while we get ready. Sometimes I wonder why we even bother with that newscast. The anchors bug us, they offer way too much personal commentary and some of them are, frankly, quite dim. This morning was a perfect example. One of the female anchors was interviewing the station's legal analyst about the Saddam Hussein trial. The big deal was that Saddam says that he never directly killed anyone. However, his orders resulted in the deaths of many. So, the bubbly blonde anchor makes the comment that Marilyn Manson never killed anyone either but convinced other people to do it. She didn't even stop to correct herself. I'll admit that I'm not a Marilyn Manson fan, but I wouldn't accuse him of murder. Now, Charles Manson maybe... I wonder if anyone even told her what she said.

So, the morning moves along and I get in my fun little van and start the drive to the bank. I ended up behind a sparkling white jaguar going 35mph in a 45mph zone, of course. This caused me to pause and wonder why people buy high performance vehicles if they have no intention of ever really driving them. The way the lady was driving, she might as well have had an old Geo Metro. It sure was a shocker when she turned into the Suncoast. Now, if I had a car like that, I'd be the queen of the road! No one would be waiting for me to drive.

Once my mind was off the white jag, I turned my attention to the other morning media that I don't know why I still listen to: Mark and Mercedes. Sigh. The topic today was pictures and things of exes. I didn't catch the entire story, but someone's girlfriend was upset that the boyfriend had kept gifts and pictures of his ex-girlfriend. I know that I used to care about this, but after a while that crap isn't such a big deal. I think there would be a problem if there was a framed picture of the ex hanging on the wall like a shrine to the past, but I am in a place now where I respect that which came before. I'm glad that it's over, though! I used to get pretty bent out of shape over Don's ex-girlfriend, but the important thing is that he married me and if she had been so wonderful he'd be with her right now. We actually joke about some of the stuff she gave him. (I'm a much more thoughtful gift giver. :) ) Don and I also subscribe to the every other school of thought. We can't be friends with the most recent ex, but the one before that is free game! I really enjoy Don's first girlfriend, Amy. She's married now, too, and there's no competition or resentment. We've visted them in Indiana and they have visited us here. I'm glad that we all get along well. Here's a picture from when they visited last Christmas:


This evening I received very sad news: Fox has cancelled Reunion. I can't believe that I got hooked on a show that is being yanked before the end of the season! The part that really sucks is that it's a whodunnit series, so we aren't ever going to find out who killed Samantha. I am so bummed. I thought that it was a great premise for a show. The acting wasn't great, but who expected it to be? They'll probably release the entire series on DVD in a last ditch effort to make money on the show from suckers like me who want to know how it ends. From now on, I'm sticking with Days of Our Lives! It's been on the air for 40 years. I don't think it's going anywhere.

Grandma Would be Proud

Another jam-packed weekend is beginning its end. Friday night we played at the church auction. We had a slightly crappy attitude about doing it, because it was moved to the gym this year where sound was going to be a very difficult situation. Honestly, the sound wasn't what we are used to, but it wasn't really that bad. Plus, the Community Center was getting too cramped to hold the auction comfortably. The gym gave everyone plenty of room to walk around and had space left for tables and chairs for people to sit at during the live auction. The food was better this year, but the wine has been better in the past. Anyway... Don and I usually play background music during the silent auction and when the live auction starts I switch gears and become "Vanna". I get to model all the jewelry and hold up stuff. It's kinda' fun in a goofy way. Well, this year there was a mink jacket being auctioned off, so I put it on and strutted the stage. No bids. Fr. Bill said, "Ok, do I have an opening bid of $200.00?" No one moved. Then, Don raised his ticket. Of course, my next move was to convince someone to go for $210. Not one hand, so the jacket became mine! I couldn't believe it. Don said that he was just trying to get the bidding started; he didn't necessarily count on taking it home! It is a nice coat and very warm, so it will be great for our trip. As the night went on, Don was told by many women that he got a steal and that more people would have bid if the jacket hadn't been so small. I guess there really were only a handful of people in the room that it would have fit. I had all the women telling me how good it looked and how it was made for me (Our Fourth of July friend told me that, too!). I don't know since I didn't actually see it on! Oh, well. Every girl wants diamonds and furs, right? Now, I have both and a cute story to go along with it.

Yesterday was the 6th Grade Retreat. I won't spend too much time on this other than to say that it was probably the smoothest retreat experience I have had during my Jr. High adventures. The kids were great and very responsive. Plus, Debbie and I had a good plan in place and ample team. I was impressed. I love the 6th graders. I wish I could just pause them at this place in their lives where there's still a willing innocence and the cynicism and "cool" factor haven't taken over yet.

Last night was the bank Christmas party. It was much improved from past years, especially in location. We went from Sam's Town to the Suncoast. Big difference. It was the same ol' mingle, eat and gift exchange game. Don rigged up his ipod, amp and speakers to provide some much needed Christmas music. Most people probably don't realize what a difference music makes in setting the mood for things. We walked into a room that was oppressively quiet and turned it into a warm and festive atmosphere. All they needed was better lighting. Maybe next year. One unexpected moment came when we walked over to the bar and the bartender happened to be a guy that I went to school with from 6th grade through high school. I haven't seen him since Graduation. It is so strange that within the last six months I have run into so many people that I haven't seen for seven or so years. It really is a small town. My friend Barb joked that I can't go anywhere in town without knowing the bartender. He seems to be doing well and is actually the co-founder of a theater group in town (Cockroach Theater for anyone who is interested.). I'll probably check out his stuff, and he encouraged me to spread the word and send over my resume so he can put in his contact files for future shows. So, we'll see... Mark, we need to talk about that one. (Where's your blog? :) )

Now, I'm just chillin' before getting ready for Mass. Only four more weeks after today. Wow.

Christmas Pic of the day:

That's Doreen, Laura and me last year in our Christmas feet PJs from Lisa.