Wednesday, December 15, 2010



On the THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS the French hens don't
want your dinner to go afoul (or be "a fowl") so we give
you this French bread instead.


. . . my true love gave to me
three french hens,
two turtle doves,
and a partridge in a pear tree!

(I did the ding-dong-ditching tonight, and can I just throw this out there?: Let's celebrate Christmas during July next year, k? My fingers and toes would really appreciate it. Thanks bunches!)

4 comments:

Kathleen said...

That's it! I'm moving to Utah so I can participate in all these fun antics.

Dave said...

I'll be the runner next time. Not nearly has fast and nimble as Deon, but am built to withstand the cold much better. Many extra layers....

Beth said...

I hope that Dave kept the car warm for you and the cold was only temporary!

Lisa said...

These are amazing! Lindsay and her family are currently receiving the 12 days of Christmas and let me tell you they are LOVING it! You are bringing so much joy to a family.