Christmas waves a magic wand over
this world, and behold, everything
is softer and more beautiful.
~Norman Vincent Peale
this world, and behold, everything
is softer and more beautiful.
~Norman Vincent Peale
The Christmas decorations have made it up on the front of the house. With the snow still on the ground, visions of a white Christmas are dancing in my head. I love it! Inside our little tree has been dragged all around the house by the cats (Clover) when it gets knocked over. We're getting a much bigger tree from my mom this weekend. Some how she has managed to accumulate a few of them over the past several years. We all know she's not quite right...
Some presents are under our little tree & filling our stockings, which are hung by the chimney with care. It's really getting me in the mood for everything. I still have to plan Christmas breakfast for me & Joe. I'm working the overnight shift on Christmas Eve. I'll get home just in time for Joe to wake up & come running out of the bedroom to see what Santa has left for him (that isn't already under the tree). Jill is right, I married a Peter Pan.
Tonight Joe has trapped me in the living room (and I really need the potty) while he's in the dining room wrapping the gifts he got for me. I'm not sure what he got me. I hear a lot of cursing coming from the other room. Something about, "This wrapping paper sucks! It doesn't fold, the colors are runny and it rips." What does he expect, it's the $.88 wrapping paper from Wally World. It's not meant to be nice. Of course, he's not mentioning that he also sucks at wrapping gifts. It's the reason why I always do the gifts for everyone else.
I think he might finally be done. I don't hear anymore ripping, tearing, or cursing. Or maybe the paper finally won? I should probably go look....
Some presents are under our little tree & filling our stockings, which are hung by the chimney with care. It's really getting me in the mood for everything. I still have to plan Christmas breakfast for me & Joe. I'm working the overnight shift on Christmas Eve. I'll get home just in time for Joe to wake up & come running out of the bedroom to see what Santa has left for him (that isn't already under the tree). Jill is right, I married a Peter Pan.
Tonight Joe has trapped me in the living room (and I really need the potty) while he's in the dining room wrapping the gifts he got for me. I'm not sure what he got me. I hear a lot of cursing coming from the other room. Something about, "This wrapping paper sucks! It doesn't fold, the colors are runny and it rips." What does he expect, it's the $.88 wrapping paper from Wally World. It's not meant to be nice. Of course, he's not mentioning that he also sucks at wrapping gifts. It's the reason why I always do the gifts for everyone else.
I think he might finally be done. I don't hear anymore ripping, tearing, or cursing. Or maybe the paper finally won? I should probably go look....
1 comment:
thats funny, your mother
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