had a Christmas party, (where both SANTA and the police showed up).
We've had our CHRISTMAS PROGRAM,
(GREAT job girls.)
and FLOCKING the way nature intended.
We watched Lizzie while momma finished her Christmas shopping.
(We introduced her to the whole "SILLY FACES" shot Michelle - sorry. Word.
and finally, you know, the real mark of Christmas, PACKING PEANUTS...
on your stove top, because there was no room in the Inn on the table, or the bar or any flat sort of surface that did not contain some sort of Christmas frou-frou, besides the stove top in which to pack and ship gifts to our beloved but distant FAMILY member whose name we had drawn. PHEW!
Sing it with me now, "packing peanuts roasting on the smooth top stove....". Please tell me it gets a little hectic and crazy around your house this time of year. I am ready to sit back and enjoy. How about you? Come on over, I'll serve you up a nice cup of hot cocoa and a roasted packing peanut to go with it.