Last night, after a long "Super Tuesday" down the hill which included the majority of my Christmas shopping, I headed over the the annual pajama party at Kim's home at seven.
The theme is It's a Wonderful Life, which we watch every other year. On the off years, we watch a different Christmas movie. (Last year we watched The Preacher's Wife.) All of us women, in our pj's and slippers, come bearing goodies to snack on and much to share of in our lives. We cuddle on Kim's couch with hot cider, fragrant tea, or bubbly sodas, and a beautiful china Christmas plate bearing an assortment of goodies: Keith's toffee, Rae's cinnamon rolls, Diana's jam thumbprints, and Kim's pecan pie, which also doubled as a birthday cake for our lovely Mrs. Albertson.
A little after ten, Kim, Diana, and I were grabbing tissues to wipe our teary eyes and noses as Jimmy Stewart held Zuzu under the Christmas tree with the gorgeous Donna Reed by his side, as the bell rang. Yes, Clarence got his wings, and the Christmas season may now begin.