Saturday, December 3, 2011

Poinsettias (337/365)

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“I have forgotten much, but still remember
The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December. “

Claude McKay (1889-1948), U.S.-Jamaican poet. Flame-Heart (l. 9-10). . . Caroling Dusk; an Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets. Countee Cullen, ed. (1927) Harper & Brothers.

TIME:  10:49 PM
PLACE:  M-- Company annual Christmas party
SUBJECT:  Poinsettias

StellaDella and I went with my dad to a Christmas party thrown by a contractor that his construction firm works with.  Here she is with Santa:

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And here she is later, with her cousins, after they had their faces painted.  Because, you know, nothing says Christmas like butterflies, skeletons and golden fangs.

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Where were my older two children?  They didn’t go this year.  Instead, they participated in a 5K run in our town.  MonkeyBoy finished 171st out of 822 runners with a time of 25:20 and DramaQueen was 603rd with a time of 37:28.  This was their first race and I am proud of both of them for their accomplishments.  I just might have to take up running and join them next time.

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