It was a bittersweet day, years ago, when Skye realized beyond a shadow of a doubt that Santa did not exist. On one hand, the charade was over, I could stop selling Skye on this bizarre, happy-jolly-fat-guy-flying-reindeer hoax. On the other hand, my little girl was growing up and letting go of one more story of fantasy and magic, of suspension of "reality".
We would keep up with the traditions of sneaking the presents under the tree after she went to bed on Christmas Eve and of course, my favorite, of over-stuffing the stockings so that they are heaped up and over, spilling out silly little trinkets.
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Jon Danniells There are a lot of roosters wishing everyone a merry Christmas here in Key West, they started spreading holiday cheer at around 6:30 am.
I roll out of bed to be a good Santa/dad and wrap some gifts and of course stuff the stockings.
A miscommunication amongst Santas had me back on Duvall street this morning
Cindy said she was buying Skye some stocking stuff, so I went a little light on my shopping. Cindy and my stockings were both pretty hefty, Skye's on the other hand was less than limp. I even tried putting her single serving cereal and a banana to act as stufing, but obviously more was needed.
Not only would that qualify for being a bad Santa, it still didn't give the red sock substantial enough girth.
The manager who had already chided me the evening before for my late Christmas shopping was incredulous that I was still finishing up my Santa duties.
Cindy and I would be back to Shorty's within the next hour or so for orange juice to make mimosas.
"You're my new favorite place in Key West"
I would answer.
Truth in Advertising
Probably more than the weekend was lost.
The row of candies are chocolate alligators.
We brought the little metal gold tree from Atlanta. Unfortunately, the base broke in transit.
The ashtray Jerry-rig is priceless, outclassing my paper bag wrapping/card lazy-masquerading as "green" and resourceful concoction laid nest to it.
Thank goodness Skye is a sound sleeper. In a lot of ways, doing the "traditional" Christmas would have been easier, but so less memorable. Skye is saying this is her best Christmas yet.
The bar just got raised.
What Blue Heaven had going for it in atmosphere, Azur made up in its cuisine and service.
I had the "Yellowtail Snapper Benedict
the freshest of sauteed yellowtail snapper
on grilled ciabatta bread with sauteed spinach and caper Hollandaise"
Skye, "Carbonara Breakfast, deconstructed
Pasta tossed with crispy pancetta, onions, mushrooms, cream and Parmesan-Reggiano cheese topped with two poached eggs"
And Cindy, she decided to go healthy with the Insalata Dentice
Pan-seared yellowtail snapper filet over fresh baby arugula with applewood smoked bacon, lump crab meat, and marinated tomatoes in champagne vinaigrette .
yielded the typical Key West diversions
They lived just 2 miles away, so I saw this as a great oppurtunity to walk a few of those calories off.
I also thought it would be smart to bring hula hoops and juggling scarves and such.
Of course, along the way we would come across....
The Green Scene and....
We had a wonderful time with our ex-pat hosts from L.A., chatting, and hanging out, gossiping and eating too many sweets and such.
They even indulged my Laker Christmas game tragedy.
It was a most wonderful Christmas.