December 29. Usually Christmas is over by now. Many of you are already getting rid of your tree, putting away the decorations and finishing the left-overs...not me.
My tree is still proudly standing.
My decorations are still up.
The leftovers will be part of my diet for the better part of the next couple weeks.
And Christmas is STILL going on.
Why? Because my beautiful, bride-to-be is giving me the 12-days of Christmas...you know the 12-days of Christmas right? It goes something like this:
On Christmas morning, the first day of Christmas, I got a box of Harry and David pears!
On December 26, the second day of Christmas, I got 2 bags of Dove Chocolate and a Turtle candy bar.
On Saturday, the third day of Christmas, I was taken out to a great French dinner with 3 courses.
On Sunday, the fourth day of Christmas, I got the Black Crows greatest hits...get it, Calling Birds.
Today, Claire went really crazy...she apparently got up at 5:30am, drove 10-miles over to Virginia Beach and got 5 Krispy Kreme doughnuts, drove back to P-Towne, got ready for work, then came over, presented me with 5 "golden-ring" doughnuts and had breakfast with me...
I don't know what else is in store, but the next week will be fun!!!
So I have a story of mortification and amazingly huge embarrassment...it is one of those moments that everyone has in their lives where they would like to just crawl in a hole and die...it is like one of those Southwest commercials (Wanna get a way?)...but since I don't have permission to share it, I can't. I am hoping to procure that permission this week.
Until then, Happy New Year.