The Countdown Continues …
Thirteen days? Could that be? I've never been so unready for the holidays. I haven't made a single damn list! I'm hosed, my friends.
My kids are all so excited, you'd think it would rub off on me. Unfortunately for them, I'm immune to such. Maybe what I need is a good, old-fashioned visit to Santa. If Santa's a Chippendale Dancer, that is. That could spike the old punch, if you know what I mean. It could put the Yule in my log. The Dasher in my Dancer. The Dancer in my Vixen. This started out funny. Now I can't stop! Save me.
Happy Holidays!
Bluestalking 
Cards sent, preesents wrapped, boxes of decorations down from the loft – hopefully to be opened and out up today. So I felt quite self-satisfied when I read your blog until the word list triggered the thought that I haven’t done anything about meals yet. Oops – better order the meat – and make a list……
(PS I’d send you a Chippendale but the nearest I could get was an old chair – there’s a joke in there somewhere).
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