It is going to be hotter than Satan’s arsecrack around these parts over the next few days, but lets not focus on that.
BECAUSE SANTA WILL BE HERE NEXT WEEK!
And I have CHRISTMAS TOES and a Spa Tree!
And a light up tree on my desk at work that one of my workmates bought me. (ONLY 2 MORE DAYS!)
And Archie The Christmas Elf that Boo made me is still going strong. (fuck I love that dude, both of them)
And we still haven’t decided on what to make for Santa. But it will be fucking delicious.
And all my kids will be in the same state for a whole WEEK! Maddie will be here any minute so I have to get set up in front of the air conditioner and wrap the presents and maybe put on some pants.
Don’t want to terrify the boyfriend. Not on the first day anyway… I have a WHOLE WEEK OF HORRORS PLANNED!
And Boo is so damn excited about Santa coming he is jumping out of his skin. Which is awesome cause I can just whip out my phone every time he misbehaves and he loses his shit thinking I am calling Santa and modifies his behaviour.
Fuck I love Christmas.
What do you love about Christmas?
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What do I love about Christmas?
That it only comes once a year.
and all the glittery, sparkly, colourful prettiness everywhere, that’s good too.
The heat, I can do without, the city crowds likewise.
Sending and receiving good wishes across the country, across the world, via internet. I like that part.
I like catching up with friends. Old friends, new friends – doesn’t matter. Spending time with awesome people is always good.
Seeing my elusive kids, even though two of them are leaving town over Christmas there are still three here which is better than a poke in the eye with a burnt stick. Have a great Christmas Kelley x
Yayyy Kelley!!!
I like the lights… The joy amidst the darkness… The rituals of many different types, religious and other. I love the feeling of peace as half the school year is kinda done. A sense again there will be warmth of any kind. This year we have a surgery lurking in January for my dear husband… A pretty big deal as it has that wretched “C” word attached (prognosis is good at this point). Personally I’m terrified but holding it together for him and kids who don’t know yet. (Isn’t that what we women do. Even if we were the ones hopping under the knife we hold our fear in for our loved ones. …/Note of long suffering sarcasm/.) I feel less fearful amidst the cheerful holiday week here.
Memories of Christmas Past. The favourite baubles kept because the decorations now are really blergh. I no longer have to put up with in-laws and him. The chocolates are all mine, no sharing. No drunks under the Christmas tree. I’m home alone singing with myself and no critics. I might go and have a pre-Christmas pudding.