I am fed up with that jolly fat man!
In the past few years I’ve written him letters, asking nicely for very little. He knows I’ve been good (as I always am), and yet nothing from my list shows up under the tree. It used to, along with one or two wonderful surprises. Not anymore. He left me a 6-pack of underwear.
My stocking had two spatulas in it. I wish I was kidding. Is he trying to tell me something, or are spatulas the “new coal”? Did I offend him somehow? What went wrong?
Bottom line – I miss being spoiled and I HATE being taken for granted. I feel like whining, hollering cuss words and stomping my foot. I managed to control my self in front of my granddaughters, but my eyes were swimming in tears for a bit. I didn’t realize how much I wanted this new “toy”, until I didn’t get it. My disappointment lingers, but I adjusted to reality rather quickly in spite of that 30-minute tantrum watch. I still had a day of fun with my family.
That’s what the Christmas Spirit is really about anyway. Love and Family. The “toys” are only perks. 😉
~ A Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! ~