2017 total: $1260.35


On the Third Day of Christmas Crazy ...

. . . The boxes started showing up! I don't know why it suprises me every year when the first of the magic starts to roll in, but it does. Each and every box is a pleasant surprise.

So, thanks for that.

As is usually the case, I'll be sharing photos of the magic as it starts to roll in on Instagram. I'm not saying you have to follow me there, but it is fun to see how the chaos comes together. And, as an added bonus, Instagram comes with a delightful assortment of Mila videos.

Mostly videos of her singing.

Because she does that. A LOT.

I don't know exactly when it started, but suddenly there was a morning when Mila sang her way through getting dressed and out the door. Then she went and did it again the next day and at this point? She is basically singing all of the time always.

It rules.

There is exactly one problem with all of the singing - Alexis keeps teaching Mila new songs. Alexis is currently waaaaay down the Christmas music rabbit hole, so now Mila is singing Christmas tunes.

Christmas Crazy is kicking off right on time. Christmas Music Crazy needs to go away.

Except for that one tune ...

On the third day of Christmas Crazy,

my true love gave to me

Crafts, paper, and pens

STEM toys they'll love

and all the things for baby.

You can help by doing a little shopping on Amazon or  throw a few dollars into the game. Either way, I'll deliver a whole lot of Christmas Magic to Center for Victims.

2015's Christmas Crazy Masterpiece


On the Second Day of Christmas Crazy ...

. . . I went looking for a particular Christmas Crazy post from years past and got lost somewhere around here.

LOOK AT TINY! I mean, LOOK AT THAT GIANT PILE OF TOYS! That's the pile for Christmas Crazy 2014, which happens to be a pretty great reminder of how good this thing has been over the year. Each one of those toys landed in the hand of a child who received services from Center for Victims.

Do you want me to remind you of what Center for Victims does? I'd honestly rather not get into specifics because I don't like thinking about the fact that there is a place that has to help kids learn how to recover from witnessing a murder, being burnt with cigarettes, and a host of other terrible things. I want Center for Victims to not need to exist, but they do. And it's good that they exist because they are needed.

They're needed more than ever.

People are doing awful things to one another even as budgets for supporting non-profits are shrinking. Our nation is doing less to care for the people who most need a little help.

It's up to us. Each one of us has to accept the challenge and do what we can to make the world better.

Large or small, every little thing we do to help makes a difference. So, feel free to do some shopping on Amazon and I will deliver those toys to Center for Victims. Or throw a few dollars into the game and I'll turn those dollars into much needed Christmas magic.

I can't do this thing without you. Thanks so much for always making itwork.

On the second day of Christmas Crazy,

my true love gave to me

STEM toys they'll love

and all the things for baby.


On the First Day of Christmas Crazy, My True Love Gave to Me, All the Things for Baby

There was a point in the not-so-distant past when my finger hovered over the delete button. Not for this blog, certainly, because I've always and continue to write in this space so that a certain two little girls will always know how very loved they are. I write so that I remember and they remember all of the things, so to speak. I do it in a public way because otherwise I won't. So.

No, I hovered over the button on Twitter.

I don't mention this as a way to get people to beg me to stay. I think it's safe to say that I've stepped pretty far back from the Twitter Beast these days. I'm there ... sometimes. I've stepped away because the place I once looked to for all of the things has been taken over by trolls and hatred and negativity and bots.

So many bots.

There was a day when I was attacked endlessly by bots pretending to be real people who very much like our gun laws exactly as they are. It took all of two seconds to confirm they were robo-accounts, which THE HELL, TWITTER? If I can prove it with a few clicks, so can the powers that be. Why let the platform be ruined by letting the chaos reign supreme?

Anyway, I'm pretty over the thing where Twitter verifies the accounts of white supremacists and allows hate to flow through its timeline. It would be easy to walk away ... except. Except that I still think Twitter has the power to be a force for good. I think that because I've watched it happen year after year after year.

All of the same things can be said of Facebook. It has the power to do good, when its keepers force it to amplify the words of real people. When it's left to the paid bot accounts and such? Ugh.


I could walk away, but instead I'm going to force those two places and this place and all of the places to remind me of the good.

Remember Christmas Crazy?


Over the next week or so, I'll be adding items to the wish list for our friends at Center for Victims. I'm going to be doing it in the stylings of the 12 Days of Christmas because themes make everything better.

And so, with that, I bring to you the First Day of Christmas Crazy. Won't you please bring me all the things for babies?


(Click the happy little reindeer if you'd prefer to help out with a monetary donation instead of shopping on Amazon. Any and all help is, as always, HUGELY appreciated. Every little bit goes a long way in making the kids at Center for Victims just a tiny bit happier this holiday season.)