I seem to have misplaced my Xmas spirit
I swear I had it the other day, I distinctly remember that it was clad in red and green and was kind of short with a pointy hat, but now it’s gone. Crap! And Xmas is, after all only a little over a week away. While I certainly do believe in Santa, I suspect that if I don’t get my finger out and start shopping there is going to be one disappointed little 7 year old and equally disappointed 42 year old (ex-hubby). Not to mention 3 stockings completely devoid of the basic necessities (toothbrushes, shampoo and chocolate) – 3 empty stockings does not an Xmas make.
Between us, I did actually go to the store today with huge shopping plans and a “massive” wad ‘o cash (yes, the shops are open on Sunday’s in December – thank you Norgies for finally getting with the program). But as my Xmas spirit was not tagging along all I managed to do was buy a huge load of expensive crap, thus blowing the wad ‘o cash on stuff which I didn’t really need and that cannot be gifted to anyone, well perhaps to me, but I probably won’t be very impressed or grateful when unwrapping them Xmas morning.
Luckily tomorrow dawns fresh, and maybe that little bugger with the pointy hat will get back from wherever he was today and follow me around again, as is after all his duty in December – no allowance for him, he has been a bad Xmas pointy hatted gnomy thing!
But if he does come back, I am convinced that with his wafting a discrete scent of gingerbread and the very nearly almost audible singing of Bing Crosby eminating from him, it should pull me out of my spiritless funk and have me decorating all and sundry with a dusting of powdered sugar in no time.
Now, off to dream of sugarplums and hopefully a Chippendale or two in my stocking…
