Why do most of the Christmas 2008 memories in my mind look like this?
After TRAVELING for 40 days and 40 nights... Well, it felt like it. We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at home. Nice.
Why does the last page of the Polar Express always make me cry?
Why did the boy feel the need to leave Santa a gift with his cookies and milk?
(Can't read the note? It says, "Take this for your troubles.")
Why did he think Santa would be "troubled" on Christmas Eve?
Christmas morning dawned bright and early for some people. Some small people who then proceeded to pound upon their poor mama's backside until she drug her half-dead self into the living room. After all the presents were opened, Dan and I went back to sleep! Now that's a present!!
Why didn't I ask Santa for one of these myself?
Why didn't I invent these little things so I could be a gazillionaire?
And... Why didn't somebody throw this thing back on the sleigh before the fat man zoomed out of there? Seriously. It hurts.
Our celebrations were far from over. We left the day after Christmas to see the Rogers side o' the family. But, that will have to wait.
I have an empty and dirty house. And, the only time I can clean it and actually enjoy it being clean is when it's empty.
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