People! The twelve days of Christmas ain’t over yet! The pipers haven’t even started piping! The wise men are on a pay phone at a rest stop asking for directions! Put those lights back up!
Get back in the Yuletide freaking spirit.
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Bad ear day
Can’t you people bring us some lichens?
To me, the biggest indication that times have changed at Christmas Village was that the public is no longer allowed to feed the reindeer. A sign points to the USDA and cites a section of the Connecticut General Statutes to support its new rule, but to me, the real reason is clear: Rudolf and Co. are really, really sick of our carrots.
Who says coal doesn’t make a nice stocking stuffer?
Today my mother-in-law unveiled a row of spectacular stockings she made for everyone in our family. Ten-plus hours of work went into hand-crafting each intricate design—and Eva promptly put them on and stomped all over the house.
Has anyone ever tried to explain to a three-year-old why something that looks and feels like a sock can not be worn on the feet? An explosive tantrum ensued.
Here’s the bad news for Eva. With Osama, Gaddafi and Kim now out of the picture, I imagine Santa’s workshop may be experiencing a coal overstock, and there’s plenty of room for it in her stocking. The good news for us? We’re building our own little power plant before we get hit by the next nor’easter. Operation Fuel complete!