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A new day.

The christmas season.  Xena is in her element.  She's now become the personification of the cliche shopper.  She's decorated and decorated the apartment, the van, Rosie and herself.  Both of the girls wear bells and bows and red and green and tinsel and sometimes elf and santa hats.  I don't think that either of them have ever had a christmas before this year. 

"Merry! Merry, merry, merry," greets me in the morning and sends me to bed at night.  They've been singing carols since Thanksgiving and the tree gets more and more christmassy, as she says.

Finals at the high school are next week, Xena takes them pretty seriously for some reason.  The university finals were this week.  They were much more fun, the professors were much more laid back compared to the H. S. teachers. 

Xena has numerous christmas carols memorized and expects both Rosie and me to accompany her.  Sometimes she finds a christmas special on the tv/computer and then we accompany the singer(s) as they entertain the audience. We helped Pavarotti, the Celtic women and 3 priests sing this week.  Who knows about next week.  At least I don't have to play an instrument with her ukulele as she and Rosie sing along with the NY Met.

I finally finished the woofstock painting.  I didn't put Xena and Rosie in it like I started.  After drawing all the rhinestones and bows on both of them I decided that they deserved a painting by themselves and will do that some day.

I enjoyed doing the people and dogs that I started another today and will work on it over the christmas break from both schools.

Xena seems to be planted here until spring.