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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Counting down the days 

Because I will be flying away from home to visit with the family for the upcoming festivities, I'm going to miss the official Christmas-decorations-are-acceptable-to-put-up-now day on Friday. This disturbs me to my very core. For years and years I've loved Christmas decorations. I usually don't get so involved in any kind of holiday, as most of them are cheesy or have utterly lost their charm, but Christmas rocks. End of.
(Here's what it looks like when Christmas pukes on my mantle.)

And because I can cheat, since I'm an adult, I've gone and invited Santa to come around the place a little early and start the holiday season off right. I need his blessing, see, before I can consider the decorations to be good. They're nowhere near done just yet. We're missing a tree, all the trimmings that go with the tree, and the annoying decorations like the wire frame reindeer covered in lights with the bobbing head. I'm this close to being able to put one on the balcony. I'm working on it, and I think my powers of persuasion are winning. I'm so excited.

So when Santa came round, I wanted to offer him a cup of tea or a cup of coffee so he could take a load off and relax for a bit, but the tap water here sucks at the moment and I didn't want some kind of illness to set in and overrule Santa's immune system this close to his big day. Just think of all the children that would want me dead. And if there's anything you don't want in life, its to have children you didn't have a hand in creating wishing you dead. And in my case, that's every stinkin' child. And that's a little too much for me.

santa. kirsten. santa and kirsten.. yay!

i get all sentimental when i read posts like this ;)

Santa is my favorite.
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