It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Ev’rywhere you go
Take a look in the five-and-ten,
Glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in ev’ry store
But the prettiest sight to see
Is the holly that will be
On your own front door.

A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope of Janice and Jen
And mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Ev’rywhere you go
There’s a tree in the Grand Hotel,
On ein the park as well
The sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the snow.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Soon the bells will start
And the thing that will make them ring
Is the carol that you sing
Right within your heart.

My Dearest,

I bid you goodnight, after yet another sweet evening with you.

We have said, so many times, “I can´t wait to spend the rest of my life with you!” … yes, indeed I can´t wait…

I am counting the days, until Christmas, until summer, until our bodies melt in each others arms every night we fall asleep together.

Indeed, I can´t wait!

Yours,

paper ~

P.S.
I love you… I can´t wait (there it is again!) to watch old videos of our favourite singers together, whether Christmas or summer…

My Dearest,

another year is ending, another Christmas together …

I am dreaming of you, dreaming of a white Christmas together.

Yours,

paper ~

P.S.
I love you … looking forward to hot chocolate, cookies, marshmallows… AND snow fights!

My Dearest,

… all I want for Christmas is you, clown-eater!

Yours,

paper ~

P.S.

I love you . . . 18 more days, until we are nose to nose again in bed ! Rudolph the red-nose reindeer… *giggles*

My Dearest,

goedenavond .

Thunderstorms strucked an hour ago, outside the rain continues to pour – finally a cool evening!

I look at the weather station, it shows that you have 19° C , and dry. Here is hoping, this is accurate for your safe drive home.

I´m sure you will be happy to finally sleep in your own bed.

I wish, I was there to welcome you home, and share tea with you while you recount your days in Noordwijk.

I await your return.

Yours,

paper ~

P.S.

I love you . . . please, pour me a cup darling . . .

Photo by Tomek Karwowski from this website

Baby says she’s mine, you know,
She tells me all the time, you know,
She said so.
I’m in love with her and I feel fine.

I’m so glad that she’s my little girl.
She’s so glad, she’s telling all the world
That her baby buys her things, you know.
He buys her diamond rings, you know,
She said so.
She’s in love with me and I feel fine, mmm.

Baby says she’s mine, you know,
She tells me all the time, you know,
She said so.
I’m in love with her and I feel fine.

I’m so glad that she’s my little girl.
She’s so glad, she’s telling all the world
That her baby buys her things, you know.
He buys her diamond rings, you know,
She said so.
She’s in love with me and I feel fine, mmm, mmm.

My Dearest,

Every night, I watch your in the window we share, and take visual pleasure from the pixel representation of your image to assuage the deep physical longing I have for you.

We try as much as we can, to “touch” with our eyes, our words.

We strive to convey our emotions through images, music, a symbol or combination of symbols from our computer keys.

We are thankful for the technology that brought us together, and made it possible to keep us together no matter how far apart.

I watch over you, as you watch over me.

I wait for you, as you wait for me.

We will be together again soon, no screens, no headsets, only us watching each other fall asleep.

Yours,

paper ~

P.S. I love you . . . I look forward to waking up everyday, for the rest of my life nose to nose with you <3 .

There’s a saying old
Says that love is blind
Still we’re often told
“Seek and ye shall find”
So I’m going to seek
A certain lad
I’ve had in mind

Looking everywhere
Haven’t found him yet
He’s the big affair
I cannot forget
Only man i ever think
Of with regret

I’d like
To add his initial
To my monogram
Tell me
Where is the shepherd
For this lost lamb?

There’s a somebody
I’m longin’ to see
I hope that he turns
Out to be
Someone to watch over me

I’m a little lamb
Who’s lost in the wood
I know i could
Always be good
To one
Who’ll watch over me

Although he may
Not be the man some
Girls think
Of as handsome
To my heart
He carries the key

Won’t you tell him please
To put on some speed
Follow my lead
Oh, how i need
Someone to watch over me

Won’t you tell him please
To put on some speed
Follow my lead
Oh, how i need
Someone to watch over me
Someone to watch over me

Good Morning, My Dearest!

We are chatting now via webcam, and I am rushing to post this for you.

Sunflower is finally back at school after 2 days of being at home; we both were bleary eyed when we sat together at breakfast table, warm pancakes would have helped us be ready for the day with more vigor, alas we had to settle for freshly baked oven rolls .

Yours,

paper ~

P.S. I love you . . . I look forward to many many many breakfast in bed with you .

Image is from this website

My Dearest,

Surprise! This is your very own blog, well our very own blog. A blog dedicated to you, to us, to love.

There are so many precious moments we have shared in the year that we have been together, I wish to preserve and pay tribute to them here.

For the years ahead, it would be a witness to important events in our lives, and the simple joys we look forward to experiencing together.

Have fun reading, and I will enjoy writing !!!

Yours,

paper ~

P.S. I love you . . . I had pizza with salami, onions and creme fraiche tonight

Image from this website

There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all
Till there was you

There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No, I never saw them at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows
Of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows
Of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
Till there was you
Till there was you