Java, I bet people would still be happy to get them. I know I would. Pretty pictures! From a whole other country!

Really? Okay! Maybe I can send them instead of Christmas cards.

That's a great idea1

I almost always send my postcards after the fact...they are less 'wish you were here' and more 'here are the highlights.'

Nobody got ours until the day we got back. I think a couple of people may not have even gotten theirs until today.

Smonster, I just met someone tonight at the gay Hannukah party who moved here from Carrboro, and was shocked she didn't know you. :)

Name? I know more dykes than know me.

I, uh, really don't like Love, Actually. That's as mildly as I can put it. I do love S1 Chrismukkah, White Christmas and Holiday Inn. That episode of Bones was great. We tend to read more books than watch tv - I could name 10 books off the top of my head that I love. We can never make it through all we have. Mole Family Christmas, Christmas Day Kitten, Child's Christmas in Wales, Cajun Night Before Christmas, Polar Express...

I have to track down a copy of A Child's Christmas in Wales for my very own.

Showtime did a cheesy children's holiday special many years ago with Patty Lupone that I loved, called the Songspinner. It was filmed in--Norway? Finland? Anyway, what impressed me deeply was an opening shot of the sea, with floating ice chunks and positively gelid with slushy ice.

DJ, I don't think I said, but your tales of your India trip were fantastic. I'd love to have you ramble on more about it, if there's more to share.

I have to track down a copy of A Child's Christmas in Wales for my very own.

My mom gave us all copies of the version illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman. Love it.

I'd love to find the PBS film version, too. I've only seen a part of it once, but what I remember was lovely. I can be satisfied with the text version, though.

Very glad to hear they know what's up with Mr Peabody, Ginger.

My Christmas movies are the ones I watched growing up - Santa Claus The Movie (which I'm going to make The Girl watch this year), Muppet Christmas Carol, Scrooged. I like Love Actually and When Harry Met Sally immensely, but there's not quite the same nostalgia.

I'm in the loveliest little B&B ever (got a training course tomorrow), in Essex, next door to a pub, with wifi and a telly. If you have to drive for four hours in freezing fog, there are much worse places to end up.

A Child's Christmas in Wales is totally my OTChristmasStory. We went to see the stage production several times when I was a kid, and those words and images have been indelibly stamped on my memory. I bought a slim copy of the book last year (for those who are thinking of tracking it down, I think I found it in the poetry section at my local bookstore) and read it aloud to Mark, and it brought childhood memories flooding back.

One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.

All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea, and out come Mrs. Prothero and the firemen.