I am not what you might call a relaxed host, peeps. There are times I wish I could set aside my principles and just so I’d be by the time the guests arrive. Especially this year, when instead of being , I’m more likely to be or because of undercurrents in the family.
I do. Almost every year I say, “never again”. I would rather than put myself through all that work again whilst dealing with “issues”. Then, over the course of the year, I forget. I become beguiled by the possibility of — in fact once captured in the Christmas of ’06 — and I cave.
That, of course, ensures that Christmas morning I’ll see , which in turn, pretty much guarantees later that same day. I love . And I love . Especially when I’m the thrower.
But before I wish you all a Merry Christmas or felicitous season, or whatever you will call these next days of splendor, I have some art to share — babes in the manger, if you will. Heterosexual women might want to close their eyes to the next image due to it’s clear and obvious message of sexual denigration and exploitation of the female form.
Now, for those of us who happen to enjoy some artfully arranged XY chromosomes, please accept the following :
And, should you be one of those unfortunate people with hayfever, never fear. I have dug deep for an image guaranteed to make you forget sparkly vampires for once and for all:
This is my first Christmas of blogging, Gentle Reader, and you have helped make it a merry one for this aspiring writer. So from my house to yours, may your holiday preparations move smoothly, your heart be filled with peace and joy, and the coming year encompass plenty of opportunities for laughter, love and… mischief.