In a continuation of my Christmas preparations, I signed up to participate in Secret Santa 2003. The real Santa can not access my apartment on December 24th due to the lack of a fireplace so this anonymous gift-sharing from Amazon Wishlists will have to make do. Below is the personal description for my Santa:
I wish I had been a Brill Building song tester. I could have helped Carole find the right beat and warned her about Lou. I wish I had told Napoleon not to go to Russia, but at least we got 'War and Peace' out of it. Or, I wish I had given young Jackson the advice that his painting doesn't have to look like anything. But I didn't.
This is it for Christmas posts until Saturday at least. November deserves respect as much as October did. That reminds me that I bought a bag of cranberries but have no idea what to do with them. Fortunately they are not as confounding as the run-in I had with a pomengranate a few weeks back.
