Saturday, December 26, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Heeheehee - that's the Rockefeller Center tree. Ours is a bit smaller and definitely thinner. After all, we live in a crowded one-bedroom apartment. There's not much room to add in a tree!
Nonetheless, our tree is loaded with ornaments that Mom's collected from her travels. To the left of the San Francisco cable car is an ornament from Sorrento, Italy. There's also a hula dancer, an Alaska Eskimo, a Colorado moose, a Texas cowboy, a skier from Vail, Napoleon, Henry the VIII, pink houses from Bermuda and no fewer than 5 Eiffel Towers! And of course, Santa in a New York City taxi cab!
Mica and I got caught cuddling on the couch. We have NEVER done this, but hey, it was cold outside.
Mom couldn't believe her eyes so she kept snapping away. Shhh, we're trying to sleep here!
We've got our creche set up over the fireplace. Mom whitewashed our brick fireplace after the apartment was painted. You'll notice who got his stocking up, and in prime position for filling.
Our neighbor's granddaughter Liola came over on Saturday and she and Mom made our traditional Scottish Shortbread. Except Mom made the first batch with wheat flour and it came out too D-R-Y! I got one piece and the rest went into the bin. Don't mess with tradition! Our family recipe is very simple and very delicious - just flour, butter and sugar. That's it!
On Sunday afternoon, we went over to the playground to play in the snow! Mommy threw my orange ball (thinking that an orange ball would be easy to spot) and it disappeared into the foot of fluffy snow. (We did find it about 30 minutes later!)
I'm light enough I can scamper across the snow like a bunny rabbit! There was a big standard poodle named Duke there that I played with and he brought a tennis ball which was easily swiped!
Monday, December 14, 2009
Thank you very much for your kind letter.
First of all, I want to tell you that I do owe you an explanation as to why I was unable to answer your Christmas list requests last year. As you might imagine, I receive millions and millions of requests for toys and clothes each year, from children around the world. Some children are wealthy and live in palaces and castles, others do not even have a home to live in at all.
Thanks to your letter, I knew that you and your brother wanted winter coats more than anything. And that is an important thing to ask for, as I know on some days, the streets of New York can be just as chilly and blustery as a day here at the North Pole. And yet I knew that even if I didn’t have a chance to make it to your home, you and your brother would have something that would keep you warm right to the very core.
And that is your mother’s love.
While you may not live in a castle or a palace, you have a richer, more valuable gift than many people who do. And that is a mother who loves you with all of her heart. I know that this is hard to understand when you really want a coat to keep you warm and you see other people getting what they want. But believe me, Christian, you have something rare and precious and valuable in your Mom that you will have for the rest of your life. Even after you’ve grown too big and tall to wear your new coat, and you’ve lost or broken or outgrown the toys I’ve got all lined up to bring you, you will always know that your mother gave you the greatest gift that one person can give another, her love.
When you think about Christmas, it’s easy to get all caught up in the colorful store windows, all the toys on television, and of course, me! Delivering toys and gifts to children around the world. But much more important than the gifts under the tree or tucked into the stockings, is the gift that the world is celebrating — the birth of our Lord. When we celebrate his birthday, we are also celebrating a mother’s love for her son.
You are a fine, fine boy, Christian and I wish I could bring you a sleighful of toys and clothes and treats. I will bring you some nice presents on Christmas Eve, but in the meantime, I want you and your brother to go give your Mom the tightest hug and the biggest kiss you can. I know I do not have to worry about you two being good boys because you have such a wonderful mother.
You may be too young to understand all that I’ve written in this letter right now. So do an old man a favor, won’t you? Keep this letter someplace special. Surely you have a secret hiding place with a little brother around the house, don’t you? And each Christmas, open it up and read it. One day, you’ll be almost as old as I am. And I’ll bet you’ll agree that the gift of your mother’s love was the most wonderful present you ever received. By then, you’ll probably have children of your own – maybe even grandchildren! So be sure to give them your love as well.
You may not believe me now, but you are the richest boy in all of New York City. Have a merry Christmas and the happiest of new years to come!
(Needless to say, "Santa Mommy" sent down jackets, hats, gloves, scarves, toys, books and some bubble bath for their Mom!)
Of all the things that Mommy's ever written, this is the one thing she's kept and rereads every year. We wanted to share this message with each of you, it is our own New York Christmas story. And this year, when we're getting ready for our first Christmas without our Granny, Mommy's Mom, (and we know other friends are also experiencing that same loss as well), we wanted to be reminded that a mother's love lasts a lifetime...and beyond.
Merry Christmas to all....
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The vet wants us to get another bottle of antibiotics and keep him on it for a while longer. We knew he was feeling a lot better when he even played with this adorable toy that Toffee's Mom sent to him. (I got some yummy bully sticks but ate'em right up!)
It's been awfully busy around here! Mom's bestest pal Buddy's Mom has been visiting us all the way from South Carolina so they've been tearing all around town since last Thursday. They went to the Radio City Christmas Spectacular, heard Christine Ebersole (big Broadway star) sing holiday songs at Birdland jazz club, went to a recital of the Nutcracker, saw the fabulous holiday windows on Fifth Avenue (if you're in New York during the holidays, the windows at Bergdorf Goodman are a must-see!). I got lots of walks with my wonderful dog walker who took me all over the place, so I didn't feel bad to be left at home at all!
It's a genuine English Harris Tweed coat, lined in the softest orange cashmere (Eric's signature touch!) with real leather knotted buttons on the belt. And the outfit is set off by a genuine deer-stalker cap!!!
Here I am out for a trot about the park in my new bespoke jacket. Really felt Mom looked a bit shabby at the other end of the leash.
It truly is a perfect custom-fit. My bestest pal Eric was an excellent fit model. I could even catch a whiff of his signature scent of chestnut tree leaves, Barks & Spencer liver treats and just a soupcon of Royal park deer poopies. I even got to spend some quality time with Flat Eric and tried to carry him into the other room for a private chat, but our leggeds wouldn't allow it.
Thank you ever so much, Square Mum (Square Daddy, too! You toss a fabulous tennis ball. Must be the proximity to Wimbledon)—we are gobsmacked by your incredible talents and generosity. I can't walk more than half a block without getting admiring comments and "ooohhs! and ahhhhhs!" I just love it!!!!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
In the spirit of the holidays, I made good on an earlier post and made a donation to the Irish Guide Dogs for the Blind. As many of you already know, this is the wonderful organization that partnered our pal Clive with Murray, his not-so-little-man. We're so crazy about Clive and Not-so-little-man and their adventures, we sometimes pretend they are our long-lost Irish cousins! If you've been following their blog, you know that finances for supporting the autism guide dog program are dire. They really need our help. So in lieu of sending out cards to our DWB pals, we've made a generous donation. Won't you join us and help give a kid a dog for the holidays this year?
Mica is a very old fellow - he'll turn 20 in February and I've known him my whole life and he's been a swell big brother. Even when I was a curious puppy, he never said "ssssssssss!" to me.