tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427538608110635294.post5396800830966256637..comments2023-08-09T03:21:13.354-05:00Comments on Letters from Gehenna: The World on a Slant: Infinite Space Bounded in a Glass BallDw3t-Hthrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11584245136407694660noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427538608110635294.post-8742308059158350922010-01-18T17:02:34.434-05:002010-01-18T17:02:34.434-05:00I just want to say that i adore this tradition and...I just want to say that i adore this tradition and would like to steal it. :) Well, not steal. Share. Borrow. Adopt, adapt, transmit. I don't put up a tree, i don't like the trappings of Christmastide, but this -- this may make me want to start. Thank you.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16453103758004384716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427538608110635294.post-84749988942426706892009-12-30T04:41:20.909-05:002009-12-30T04:41:20.909-05:00I've seen you mention this tradition before, a...I've seen you mention this tradition before, and I think it's lovely.lizwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06401131361183004457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427538608110635294.post-30914804499901204492009-12-30T00:58:45.227-05:002009-12-30T00:58:45.227-05:00So good to hear from you! Hadn't seen you aro...So good to hear from you! Hadn't seen you around in a dog's age.Dw3t-Hthrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11584245136407694660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4427538608110635294.post-74127309082667622992009-12-30T00:50:30.646-05:002009-12-30T00:50:30.646-05:00This was my third Christmas away from my family. ...This was my third Christmas away from my family. I've kept one tradition. Every Christmas morning, we'd have rice krispies and frozen strawberries for breakfast. It wasn't just a Christmas breakfast, but it would certainly be Christmas breakfast. And a meal I associate with my father, from whom I believe I picked up the habit of carefully, carefully making sure that the strawberries and the cereal balanced each other out eventually. (Eat, add cereal, eat, add strawberries, repeat.)<br /><br />I have to have something strawberry-like on Christmas. In Russia, I tracked down a strawberry blin, last year I had my act together enough to get rice krispies and frozen strawberries. This year, I found myself in CVS on Christmas day, settling on a box on Honey Bunches of Oats with those dried strawberries. And then the ritual was modified when I got back to my room, and realized I could leave a dried strawberry on my altar.<br /><br />As always, I so appreciate that you publish your writing here. And belated congratulations on your growing family.WordKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13155725542014595709noreply@blogger.com