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Oui Oui Wednesday

It’s that Christmas time of year, and in the midst of baking sweet and spicy concoctions, decking the halls, and going about my Auntie B’s Wax-ness I like to listen to things via that awesome thing called the internet, mostly YouTube and Pandora.  I just plug myself in and go to town.

The other day I had a song in my head from a Christmas special from my past.  It goes something like this…

We’re going home for the holidays
By train, by bus, by car
We’re going home for the holidays
We’re traveling oh so far…

The song is part of the soundtrack to Madeline’s Christmas.  I searched YouTube and found it without difficulty and couldn’t have been more thrilled.  I listened to it while pouring candles, then watched it on video for fun.  The songs of the video are now embedded in my head, and I couldn’t be more delighted.

Madeline is a seven-year-old girl living in a Catholic boarding school in France.  She has many adventures via books, film and television, but the Christmas special is one that captures my heart.

The sweet voices of little French girls, the colorful illustrations…it’s a simple story of Christmas cheer that fills my heart with joy.

Madam Marie sings a sweet song we should all remember…

Never give up on wishes
When you are sad or blue
Wish a wish right from your heart
And it just might come true

Never give up on wishes
Wish for the moon or sky
A wish is a dream that’s wide awake
Come now! Give it a try

Give this video of Madeline a try.  I’m so happy I found it, and it fills me with the Christmas spirit.

We’re staying in for the holidays
And those we love are near
We’re staying in for the holidays
We wished and now they’re here

We’re staying in for the holidays
We’re happy as can be
‘Cause there’s no other time like the holidays
To be with family

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A Major Award

As you may or may not know, Charlotte and I played on the same high school tennis team in, well, I don’t want to tell you what year.  At the end of the season the team would have a banquet, complete with awards of athletic letters.

For a number of years now, without the watchful eye of our high school coach (who’s probably rolling in his grave with our shenanigans), Charlotte and I have met to play tennis on a weekly basis in the spring, summer and fall seasons.  When it becomes too cold or too dark to play anymore, we get together for the “tennis banquet.”

This banquet involves the two of us finding a wonderful restaurant to share a great meal, a couple of drinks, and much talk about our intersecting lives as sisters.  Oh yeah, and we briefly talk about tennis.

Each year one of us receives an award.  It’s kind of a revolving trophy.  This year I received a most esteemed award.  I’m humbled.

 

It’s a major award!

We play tennis in our little below-the-knee yoga pants.  It seems that every time Charlotte and I get together we plea to the other not to look at our legs, as they may not have been recently shaven.  “Don’t make fun of my legs,” we cry.  I guess my legs were least likely to be made fun of as I received The Lady Schick Award.

 

I forgive my opponent for having less than smooth legs every time we play because, well, we play mid-week and I have much more time to groom than she does as I’m retired from my day job and she is not.  However, even given my time to groom I’ve shown up on many occasions with stubble, and I’m amazed and honored to be presented with such a fabulous award.

What a wonderful trophy!  My legs thank you, Charlotte, as do I.  It was a great banquet, and I’m looking forward to another season of chasing balls with you.

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