Aaaah, phew! The stockings have been hung by the chimney with care and surefire certainty that Santa (or licensed agents thereof) was recently there. The culmination of all of that incessant “Christmas-ing” over the past month is finally here! And that boy better LOVE his loot or Santa will be on strike next year!
Let’s see — I’ve brainstormed, daydreamed, made lists, lost them, and then made new ones. I’ve scoured countless parking lots to find parking spaces, shopped passing dropping, stalked, returned, shopped again, bargain hunted, and browsed. Oh, yes, I have also ordered, requested, mailed, and searched high and low, both literally and figuratively. And that does not include hiding and wrapping the fruits of my labor as well as remembering their existence later on and then actually successfully locating them again. I won’t even begin to catalogue the Santa-related activities because that will give me carpal tunnel syndrome for sure…
So I in my flannel and Daddy Mac in his boxer shorts are about ready to settle down for a long winter’s nap, hopefully past 5 AM. Phew, I’m tired.
Merry Christmas!
LibbY