Happy 4th of July! We’re going to take a few days off here at Caterpickles Central to enjoy the summer and maybe learn a few things about vintage cars. ‘Tis the season for vintage cars, after all.
My daughter didn’t have any new questions about Santa this year (sniff! she’s growing up), so here’s a collection of your favorite holiday posts from years past. Thanks for reading Caterpickles.
The holidays have finally struck here at Caterpickles Central. I wasn’t entirely sure it was going to happen this year, seeing as how there are still flowers blooming outside our front door, but I chaperoned The Ten-Year-Old’s field trip to see The Nutcracker last week, and now I’ve got questions about sugar plums dancing in my head. What is a sugar plum, and why does it get its own fairy?
The Ten-Year-Old has been an Elvis fan for at least six of her ten years. There have been a few rocky points in their relationship, however. Like that time The Four-Year-Old learned that Elvis didn’t really like cats. And the day she discovered that she didn’t really like his Christmas album. So she wrote — or rather had me type — this letter to Elvis giving him a bit of timely advice.
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Thanks for turning in for another special holiday edition of Caterpickles thinking too hard about holiday songs. This week, we’re wondering just what it means to “troll an ancient Yuletide carol.”
This week, the 9 year-old reviews Niall and the Stone of Destiny, a biography of King Niall, a 5th century High King of Ireland, by Lance MacNeill, and Stowaway in a Sleigh by C. Roger Mader.
While we were driving through Orland Park one fine December day in 2014, we passed the Kris Kringle Haus, a holiday pop-up store specializing in European…
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There’s nothing like seeing the lyrics of traditional holiday songs projected in giant letters on a screen in a school auditorium for making you realize just how weird they are. I mean, there I stood, trilling merrily about jingle bells and sleigh rides when all of a sudden I realized I had absolutely no idea what “bells on bobtails ring” even meant.