Kissing Fudge

Oooh, how much I love Christmas time! Of course, there is always those wonderful goodies that come along and add to the spirit of Christmas. Besides the music, service, giving, and loving that is always found, there must always be some form of sugar. It's an absolute necessity!

So, after creating all of our magical desserts, we are left to sort out them each into equal plates to give away to friends and family. Here I am, in the kitchen, Christmas Eve morning, with an audience of children to make sure I am completing each proportion with perfect accuracy.
They stare down each slice of fudge, gaze sternly at the handfuls of popcorn being placed, glance to make sure the pretzel sticks are properly aligned, and watch carefully the amount of Baklava I put on each plate or tin. All the while, of course, looking for an opportunity to sneak something in such inconspicuousness so that I, nor any of the lookers-on can tell anything has gone missing.

Such was this morning's activities, until Tyson (the older brother who has all power) shoos them all out of the kitchen. The ironic thing? He was scooping up fudge leftovers after all of them were sufficiently frightened enough and had run quickly away. I have no room to complain, as I can't help it if a few crumbs drop onto the counter. What is a girl to do? The tragedy! I had to fulfill my natural responsibility for the environment in cleaning every last piece. They just happened to fall into my mouth...

Well, Tyson hadn't quite shooed every last child out; we had a straggler. I was busy cutting more fudge, and Tyson was looking for something productive to do in the kitchen when I noticed Elias sitting innocently at the bar, a tin of soft fudge in front of him. I should have done something about it, but I felt he had been warned plenty, and he wouldn't dare.

He did.

I looked up to see my tiny brother's face stuck in the first layer of fudge, kissing it with quite a smack. I couldn't help it; I burst out in streams of laughter while Tyson asked "What's up? What's wrong?"
All I could do was point then double-over because my sides hurt so much from laughing. "He's kissing the fudge!" I cried, giggling.

Needless to say, we did not give that batch away.

More Random Christmas Thoughts! :)

Hi again!
Haley's back with more random thoughts, simply because she likes to think so much... ;)

-Lemon Bars (really good ones, too!)
-Christmas trees that nearly scrape the ceiling (yay for the smell of pine! Go Eric!)
-Transferring computer mouses
-Long emails
-Christmas hymns
-Soft piano music
-Blankets and movies
-How thankful I am when my family is healthy
-Rigalletto
-Fudge, popcorn, baklava, all manner of good things to eat!
-Nyquil (Argh!)
-Family
-Suits, hats and ties
-Peace on Earth
-Beautiful Christmas Stories read by family members
-Christmas is coming!
-My little brother's present (I'm making him a rag-time blanket with fleece. It's going to be so warm and fuzzy!)
-Hot cocoa
-Keys
-A car that used to be black, but is now very much white
-Snow-dancing
-Service been rendered shoveling walkways and driveways
-Charity, and what a blessing it is this Christmas season!
-Dreams
-My daddy
-Scarves, fuzzy hats, mittens, coats, mismatched boots and warm socks
-Joy, joy, joy!
-Music, lots of music
-The love I can feel so strongly with my family round Christmas time
-How grateful I am for Christ's birth and sacrifice for me. There was never a greater Man.
-Snowflakes the size of pin-heads, snowflakes the size of baseballs, and snowflakes that fall on eyelashes
-Stories and poems
-Hope, and President Uctdorf's talk on it
-Tithing, and how I need to remember to pay it!
-Just basically all of those 'warm and happy feelings' that you get around Christmas time!

Merry Christmas, all!

Army of the Lord

Toward the Light, marching on
Following their inner song
Calling out for righting wrong
The Army of the Lord

To the enemy they go
Fearing nothing, faith bestowed
Spirit’s strength to fight their foe
The Army of the Lord

Flowing banners ringing true
Sunlight steaming ‘round and through
Each warrior’s eyes alighted new
The Army of the Lord

Swords erect and faces bright
Heaven’s message sent in light
To the hearts for victory’s fight
The Army of the Lord

“Peace, be still!” The Master cries
The vision draws His servant’s eyes
All time is stopped; strained for the wise
The Army of the Lord

And though the battle rages still
The inner man He wished to heal
Yet such decides the human will
The Army of the Lord

So standing, He, to knock comes by
The call goes out both far and nigh
“Believe me, live, and never die,
Oh Army of the Lord!"

Take my heart, oh Conserlor,
My sword is Thine forevermore
My shield to guard my heart in store
I’ll come, I’ll join
The Army of the Lord