Hmm... Something wrapped up with a bow and under my tree... That's a tough one. I suppose I could wish for something like this:
But my DH just walked in, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "I love ya!"
Does it get any better than that? Probably not.
I'd love to have Stud make one of the bestseller lists. Unfortunately, the book doesn't come out until February, so that won't be beneath my tree this year and certainly not tied up with ribbons and bows.
In years past, I've wanted to discover a variety of things beneath the tree, but I find that I want less and less as I grow older. More than anything, I want to eliminate the clutter, but it's insidious, creeping in day by day, piling up in any available corner. An empty kitchen table is a clutter magnet, becoming completely covered seemingly overnight. Counter space is even worse. There are times when I could almost believe in spontaneous generation--not with respect to animals or insects perhaps, but junk mail, newspaper, recyclables--all these things multiply constantly, laughing at my feeble attempts to keep them under control.
I did manage to get my house decorated for Christmas on Sunday, but it took forever because I had to clean as I went. Dust bunnies were cleverly hidden behind almost everything I moved to make room for the holiday ornaments. Several hours later, I finally finished and collapsed on the couch, wishing for the energy to get up and pour myself a glass of wine to celebrate.
OMG! THAT'S IT!!! I want a butler!
And look, he even comes with a bow!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
But my DH just walked in, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "I love ya!"
I'd love to have Stud make one of the bestseller lists. Unfortunately, the book doesn't come out until February, so that won't be beneath my tree this year and certainly not tied up with ribbons and bows.
In years past, I've wanted to discover a variety of things beneath the tree, but I find that I want less and less as I grow older. More than anything, I want to eliminate the clutter, but it's insidious, creeping in day by day, piling up in any available corner. An empty kitchen table is a clutter magnet, becoming completely covered seemingly overnight. Counter space is even worse. There are times when I could almost believe in spontaneous generation--not with respect to animals or insects perhaps, but junk mail, newspaper, recyclables--all these things multiply constantly, laughing at my feeble attempts to keep them under control.
I did manage to get my house decorated for Christmas on Sunday, but it took forever because I had to clean as I went. Dust bunnies were cleverly hidden behind almost everything I moved to make room for the holiday ornaments. Several hours later, I finally finished and collapsed on the couch, wishing for the energy to get up and pour myself a glass of wine to celebrate.
OMG! THAT'S IT!!! I want a butler!
And look, he even comes with a bow!
Oh, I like that present.... nice bow. Merry Christmas Cheryl!!
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Cheryl, I share your pain on the clutter. Ours comes in the form of the never ending mail. We get so many flyers, catalogs, etc. Most of the time, we set it aside with a thought to look through it after dinner. Ten dinners later, it's still sitting there along with a whole bunch more mail. Oi.
ReplyDeleteHow nice to share so many of your Christmas presents with us, Cheryl! MERRY Christmas! Yum!
ReplyDeleteLol, I agree so much with you! Everytime I clean house, my boyfriend puts his things on the table again. And I would love a butler myself, especially looking like that!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, Betty & Terry. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteI hear you on the junk mail, Tracey. Especially this time of year. MOUNTAINS of it!
@Aurian. It's a never-ending battle to keep enough room at the table to sit down to dinner. That's why we all need that butler!
Thanks for sharing your Christmas Gifts with us. I'd like a winning lottery ticket. I have alot of people and places to see. And the never ending funds aren't there. And when your butler finishes there. Send him over.
ReplyDeleteI'll take the butler--as long as he mops floors, does dishes, cooks, cleans toilets and takes care of sick kids. You know, on second thought, I'll take a wife.
ReplyDeleteAh, Cheryl, I've been waiting for your post all month! :-)You didn't disappoint!
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LOL! Merry early Christmas Cheryl. I want a butler like that too.
ReplyDeleteI would love someone (other than me) to follow my daughter around and pick up after her. She's a little whirlwind of destruction! I don't know the job title for that, but butler might work.
ReplyDelete@Donna, Robin & Ana. LOL! I think we're onto something here. There's apparently a huge need for butlers. Who knew?
ReplyDeleteYou are quite welcome, Amelia. I was thinking of you when I posted Rafael's pic!
Butler, nanny, disaster cleanup specialist... I'm sure he could do it all, Shana!
ReplyDeleteCheryl, I want door number three and could he please do an awesome massage, too!
ReplyDeleteI bet he gives a terrific massage, Carolyn! With muscles like that, he'll probably never get tired, either!
ReplyDeleteI could use a butler like that! I've invited folks over for a party this Saturday and I've started looking at my house, I mean really looking at it. How did it get so messy?? I have to invite people over once in a while so I actually clean the house...though I confess I might be shoving stuff under the bed to hide it! Send me a butler/maid/hazmat team quick!!
ReplyDeleteI hear you, Amanda! We used to have a big annual cookout in September, but stopped a couple of years ago. The cleanliness of the house and garage have suffered ever since. Probably ought to revive that event next year...
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