Tag Archives: Santa

JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 359 :: letters to santa

24 Dec

Day 359: And Whitney.
It’s Christmas Eve. And I’m loving the letters to Santa.

And the records we are playing from days gone by — Huey Louis and The New, Lionel Richie, Footloose, Whitney Houston.

We just woke up all the kids. Because we adults are being too loud. There is a little wine involved – but it at least has 13 essential minerals – so Merry Christmas everyone!

No Yoga Shred tonight! But there will be a downward dog or two.
You can still join the Shred course here.
Namaste, Christmas Eve. Namaste.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{Merry Christmas} 
#lovemoredomore

Want daily support in your biggest dreams and promises?
Join me! Whether it’s yoga or something else…
Sign up for ThePromiseDaily.com

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 328 :: blissful night

29 Nov

Today’s bliss…a late night and christmas lights. 

It was our first annual Festival of Trees and we are home L.A.T.E.
So is this blog.
But it was so worth it.

Oh yeah, and Santa is Watching….
Bliss.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie
{festive?}
#lovemoredomore

Day 356: 12 days of christmas :: pajamas

23 Dec

Two days.
Christmas nears.

Today Kim and I ran around town looking for the final pièce de résistance.

As did everyone else in the northern hemisphere judging by the parking lot at The Burlington Mall.

Good thing Eileen Fisher came to our rescue.

20121223-230337.jpg

Because tonight we opened “ze gifts.”

Christmas comes early when you coordinate 20 busy schedules as we did tonight with Justin’s family.

And that brings me to this.
There are two things I really love:

I love Christmas.

I love pajamas.

So what could be better than Christmas+Pajamas?

How about 20 people all dressed in the same matching set of pajamas all around the Christmas tree?

20121223-235201.jpg

From short to tall.
From young to old.
From tiny to not so tiny.

As we all paraded around in our Christmas PJ’s it brought me back to the Christmas of my youth.

It brought me back to Mama Sling’s rule that we could open one gift on Christmas Eve. To Mama Sling’s uncanny ability to steer us in the direction of the one box with our Christmas pajamas waiting inside.

There was always something magical that happened when you went to sleep in your Christmas pajamas. Santa left presents under the tree. You woke up to yummy smells. And sometimes, just sometimes, you woke up to a blanket of snow.

But the best part of all was always the sweet, sweet dreams.

From my heart to yours.

Merry Christmas.

Sweet dreams.

Lovemore,
Jamie

%d bloggers like this: