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ecstatic

The Best Christmas Ever
The best Christmas ever started almost a week ago, although I didn't know it at the time.
It was a typical day, nothing out of the ordinary except a little surprise Greg concocted. He hustled me out of the living room with orders not to return until he called for me. A few minutes later, I returned to find that he had purchased four stockings, two regular-sized red and white ones, labeled "Greg" and "Donna" in gold paint and two mini red and green stockings labeled "Squeaky" and "Cricket", and hung them up. I thought that he was being so cute! We rushed out to buy stocking stuffers for the cats.

A day or two later, I placed some Christmas goodies in his stockings and called him up to tell him not to poke or look at his stocking as the goodies weren't wrapped. He pointed out that my stocking had also grown a suspicious looking bulge and then the conversation devolved into a silly discussion about the parameters of how I could look at my stocking, which made us both giggle ("You can touch the stocking, but only with two fingers, open palm, no squeezing or lifting") but would probably bore you, dear reader. I touched, no, I fondled the stocking, concluded it was big, warm, fuzzy socks and moved on.

So we get to Christmas Eve. We both work all day, get home, shower; I make a nice Christmas Eve dinner. (Glazed Ham, Potatoes au Gratin, new peas, cucumber salad, wine, and a medley of berries swimming in eggnog), and we wine and dine. I spent a week teasing him into letting me open one present on Christmas Eve, while he was pushing for opening the stockings, but I wasn't interested in those because I knew he got me socks, and I got him pastries and candy. So we open a present each, and after the paper tearing, cats playing, oohing and aahing and appropriate thanks I ask him if he wants to go ahead and do the stockings. Cool as a cucumber(exclamation points in retrospect!!!!!!!) he says "nah, we can wait until morning", but he eventually changes his mind and we get the stockings down off the hooks. His is barely in his hands when I pull out the socks, prepared to admire (I love socks). But wait, what is this lump in my socks? I'm feeling the lump not even noticing him manuvuering me around so that the chair is behind me, and right about the time I pull out a little box he pushes me into the chair, gets down on his knees and proposes.

So after a blissful evening, (during which time his stocking eventually gets opened) we awake bright and early Christmas morning to do presents. I think it's funny that Greg and I both have the same habit of writing down who gave us exactly what so that we can remember months and years later who to be grateful to for each gift. For Christmas Greg bought for me:

An iPod Classic
An iPod docking station/clock radio
a scarf
a fleece neck warmer
gloves
waterproof ski pants
dress socks
cabin socks (we are planning on going skiing next week).

I got Greg:

A new DVD player (his broke)
3 pairs of pants
Underwear
a cyclocross DVD called "Pure Sweet Hell'
A book of cyclocross tips and techniques
a DVD called "Sing Faster". It's a documentary of the San Francisco Opera doing the Ring Cycle, shot from the stagehand's point of view.
an astronomy handbook to keep in the car with star and galaxy charts.


There's more. For Christmas we drove down to Lake of The Ozarks to visit Greg's father. We wee able to give him the happy news. For Christmas Greg got him a TV DVD combo, and I brought along a six pack of DVD musicals, which he really seemed to enjoy. We spent the night down there and got back to day. On the 30th we leave for Nevada, my family, and skiing.

ok, so I can't help it but OMG I GET TO MARRY GREG AND LIVE WITH HIM FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES. I GET TO HOLD HIM AND LOVE HIM EVERY NIGHT AND RAISE CHILDREN AND GROW OLD AND GREY ALWAYS LOVED ALWAYS CHERISHED. I GET TO WAKE UP NEXT TO HIMAND LAUGH THROUGH THE DAYS WITH HIM AND CRY ON HIS SHOULDER AND HOLD HIM WHEN HE CRIES AND KISS OUR ENDLESS KISSES FOR A LIFETIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

how did I get so lucky?