I love Christmas! I love getting together with loved ones near and far, singing all the ol' carols around great grandmas's piano, and the quiet stillnes of the starfilled night as I nuzzle with my husband waiting for Jolly Old St. Nicholas...
Stop it! (Excuse me while I slap myself across the face.)
Forgive me friends, for I have lied. Yes, to you, my only friends in all the world. Okay, that was another lie, I do have some friends here locally, well two, and a few scattered across the country...Anywhoo....
The truth is I have been a SCROOGE this year!!! bah humbug. And there is no piano. Not to mention I haven't seen the old fat guy in the red suit for a long, looooonnnnng time.
(Hold on, I wanna see what I look like in the extreme mega-magnified make-up mirror right now. Heaven hep' me! Them frown lines is deep.)
I blame Walmart! Let's raise our fists in agreement! I mean, who isn't grumpy after seeing the humanity that IS Wally World out in mass force this time of year. The too-tight sausage leggin's, tobacco chewin', Miss Clairol #9 fight over the vacuum cleaner sale was too much for me.
Not really. I enjoyed it.
Let's face it. I don't know why I'm like this...
Oh, let's face it again. Yes I do.
My CHILRENS are all grown up and aren't coming home for Christmas this year! Except for one. The good, perfect, angelic child who will get ALL of the presents. kiss, kiss, hug, hug....
I feel better now. A good roll-around-on-the-floor emotional breakdown always seems to put things in perspective.
I shall now sip the spiked eggnog two weeks early and prepare myself for the New Year!
Well, friends, until we meet again I bid you 'adieu in my very best high pitched vibrato-
"Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas"
Yes, dahlings, I dress like this all the time now....I find it helps when I sing...