and to all, a good fucking night!
Damn, you never realize when you're little, just exactly WHY your parents are so damn tired on Christmas day, besides the fact that you were doing cartwheels on their bed at 4 AM.
I love Christmas. I mean, I LOVE Christmas. I'm that girl. The one who starts blaring Christmas music November 1, and unabashedly celebrates Christmas in July almost every year, since I just can't wait that long until December.
But, I gotta tell you. Playing Santa, with kids that just can't fall asleep until around 11 PM, followed by the ones that were asleep, waking up at midnight, and not being able to fall BACK asleep until well after 1 AM ...
I'm OLD.
I can't hang. Only through the prodigious amount of coffee consumed (I think I just may have broken a record, and with all of it prepared on my brand new Brewmaster coffee pot!), laced with equally prodigious amounts of Baileys, have I been able to stay awake. Though, the unwrapping of both seasons one, AND two, of Quincy, MD, on DVD, did produce a high that lasted about an hour, LOL.
Christmas is fun, it's sparkly, and pretty, with wrapping paper and bows, surprises, cookies, and booze, but damn.
It's exhausting.
I'll ha-ha-have a bluuuue christmas, without you: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
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