I am a sentimental sort and would rather have a white Christmas than any number of odd gifts that take up closet space. Not that I don’t treasure the thoughtful present sent by someone who had no idea what the hay to get me.
Note to self – Take that overstuffed box of clothes that either never fit or were ludicrously NOT ME to the St Vincent’s. Put a garish bow on it? I have a million left over as I am an obsessive keeper of things that might be useful one day.
I watched the forecasts, pored over the extended nationwide maps and signed up for a weather blog.
All in vain. These folks are getting snow…those folks are getting way too much snow. Where’s mine? Then I saw the animated, blinking ad for SNOW! 90% Off! Just in Time for XMAS! Oh yes I bit, I bit big-time and spend my paycheck. It would be worth it, right? Do the calculation, see how much this wondrous dream maker was originally valued? How wonderful of the generous creators of this magnificent offer to put it on such a sharp sale just in the St Nick of time!
(Imagine a night filled with anticipation, much like a child listens for jingling bells, in this space.)
Christmas morning, full of hope, I layered on the woolies and fur boots. And I saw this:
Trust nobody who says XMAS instead of Christmas.
How Would You Do It? 