… and all through the house, all the presents weren’t boughten or wrapped by the louse. Oh my stars and garters… Hallmark… hit me the heck up! I’ve got a billion of these diddies just waiting around for your section of cheesy “just because” greetings.
This December has flown by and I feel like I wasn’t able to bask in the Christmas season like I wanted to. It’s funny how we always get these grand ideas about what we will accomplish over the holidays, read a Christmas story every night before bed, sing songs, play Christmas duets on the piano, bake delectables, see the lights. In reality, I’m lucky if I wear a pair of non-holy socks and drink a carafe of lukewarm water. Totally accomplished both of those things this year, y’all! Pats on the back all around. Finals are finally over with and there are like 4 days before Christmas. I figured out that in order to read my 25 days of Christmas stories in 4 days, I’m going to have to read like 6 per day… which is cool and all but let’s be totally honest… that ain’t happening, so let’s change that idea to 4 days of Christmas stories and shut my fly trap.
In other news, we were able to make it to the annual Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas Concert again this year. It’s magical to be in that crowd sitting next to the dude with the loud clap (Lindsay says he punctured her ear drums) and in front of the ladies who told jazzy scooter versus snow bank run-in stories all night. There was the dude who came dressed up in his champion sweatsuit best… Lindsay enjoyed the monochramatic nature of his navy blue leisure suit amidst the sparkle of the prom dress worn by his wife. One of the two of them didn’t get the memo, and I won’t say who.
There was the illegal parking maneuver witnessed by a carload of people, wherein because we were tired of trying to find a parking space for the tank, Madre lumbered out of the car in front of Joseph and Mary and the three semi-wisemen, and removed some orange construction cones… ta da… insta-parking place! Take that people who think they know better than Madre! It was a Christmas MIRACLE! Madre also tried to do illegal ticket trading maneuvers with an older guy who was peddling sought-after concert tickets… she was trying to upgrade our balcony seats… to no avail. Nosebleeds it is! But then we wouldn’t have witnessed monochramatic leisure suit man! It was a blessing in disguise! Beautiful job choir and guest stars… next time let’s do it in the plaza.
Christmas piggy wiggly is my favorite! He lights up in the dark too!
MERRY CHRISTMAS, Y’ALL FRIENDS… From my family to yours!