I hope everyone is in the throes of their favorite way to celebrate the holidays. Around here there is entirely too much Wii Boggle and dinking with my shiny Nook. I've already read a free, happy little short about two serial killers. Merry Christmas to me! Maybe I should have opted for the Harlequin. I had to listen to Burl Ives afterward to counteract my holiday mojo.
The tule beneath it is my feeble attempt to capture the white Christmases of my childhood. Sure, it makes the tree look like a cheap bridesmaid, but at night, when I squint just so, it could pass for snow.
Both kings seem to think so, too.
I wish everyone a fruitful start to the new year, filled with certain 8-ball messages, happy memories and a comfy pair of pjs.
My hope is for your hopes to live in the words of the wise 8 ball which I hope also you never find yourself behind.
There was a holiday? Musta missed it. Calendar disconnect is a dreadful disease.
Happy New Year, L.A.!
You're phone booth reminds me that I saw a pretty good Dr. Who the other night, The Christmas Carol episode.
@WM-Sometimes I think I live behind that 8-ball 😉 Take care.
@Jen-You, too, Jen 🙂
@Charles-I actually watched some of that SAME eppy the other night. I know I should love Dr. Who, but I can't get past it as torture from my babysitter when I was ten.
Yep, I squinted my eyes and it looked like snow too. haha 🙂