On My Naughty List: Santa

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! ~