As everyone knows, Christmas morning begins early. But, like other mornings, certain routines must be observed.
This photo shows the carpets that surround my loft; here, I stretch out every morning.
The next order of business is the Walk Outside. This I shall pass over with the decorum that comes naturally to me.
Rituals observed on Christmas morning, the time has come to search for presents! If you read the previous entry you're already privy to the Roushanzamir's Christmas lists. Below I'll simply upload the shots --taken by Mama who has seemingly recovered from the holiday excesses -- and provide brief commentary as needed.
First order of business [of course]: rush to the tree [see photo]. Of note: the ornament topping the Cypress tree was specially crafted by Nikos Kavoori for Mama in what's now known as Nikos' Early Period. Its value has since sky-rocketed, in particular since Nikos abandoned that medium when he moved into his Utilitarian Phase. This shot also permits a narrow glimpse into the collage-like ambiance of Mama's et Papa's home; see in particular the crystal ball [located at the far left front]
Presents there were, although as per previous discussion [12/27/06] , Mama's smallish haul [if I may use such a crass term] showed an inverse correlation to the comparative length of her list. Still, not to be sneezed at: fully 11 Dr. Who dvd/s.
Frankly, I found Papa's original list disappointingly dull. To refresh your memory, he asked for clothes, a calander, a belt, an Old Navy gift certificate!
What a nightmare: no toys, no diamonds, just the sadly mundane necessities. For all that, Santa delivered with a certain panache. Even the gift certificate reflects Santa's flair, as he enhanced the dreary practical with a choice both witty and charming.
With all due respect, my own requests from Santa reveal in part how I've insinuated myself into the position of power that it's widely acknowledged I hold in the Roushanzamir household. I wasted no time on frivolous wishes for sweaters, food bowls, new leashes and the like. Those are merely my due.
Pictured below, and requiring no comment at all, are only 3 of the gorgeous and glorious Toys that I unwrapped on Christmas morning. [The wrapping paper itself deserves a separate blog entry; rarely as I permitted such liberties with paper as on Christmas morning.]
In the spirit of Christmas, I presented Mama et Papa with a special present.
Finally, replete and happy, I retired to Mama's et Papa's spacious futon [approximately 12 times larger than mine-- but I'll write about my furniture on another day] to play with the very best of toys, Papa's sock.
Friends & fans, as a post script I add the picture of the one blot on my Christmas morning, which as mentioned in the previous entry, Mama has agreed to return in exchange for More Toys.
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