This just in on Christmas Eve day: Santa is ditching his sleigh this year for a white Cadillac.
(Don't be listening for any noise on your roof tonight but watch out who pulls up in front of your home.)
Happy Christmas Eve Day! I was putting on a quick layer of top coat on my nail color Candy Cane Cute for tonight's and tomorrow's festivities when I asked myself "What's one thing I'm thankful for or made me laugh?"
Everyday is a good to laugh, but today is one of those days that can be particularly stressful with last minute shopping and rushing around.
Well, dang if this photo didn't pop to mind! It's a real white Caddy parked just a few blocks from where I live. Each year the owner decorates it for the holidays and then lights it up at night. Always makes me laugh!
Need more jolly? Read the 5 stages of holiday grief by my friend Lisa Earle McLeod. It's a hoot!
A very merry cheers,

THE FIVE STAGES OF HOLIDAY GRIEF
By Lisa Earle McLeod
Where are you in the countdown?
STAGE 1: DENIAL This year it will be different. I'll get the cards in the mail over Thanksgiving. My husband will help with the decorating. I'll buy all my gifts online in time for early shipping, and baking will be fun because the kids are going to help.
STAGE 2: ANGER Since when am I responsible for everybody else's Christmas? Half these people don't even send us a card back, and if my husband doesn't get off the couch to help put up this tree I'm going to scream. I can't believe those bloody PTA moms had the nerve to ask me to send in "three home-baked pies" for the teachers. Don't these women have anything else to do? I hope nobody expects me to clean up all this glitter.
STAGE 3: DEPRESSION This holiday has lost all meaning - I don't know why I even bother. I bet he doesn't even know what we're getting his mother. What have I done to make my children so greedy? I've probably put on 10 pounds already. Nobody in this family even asked me what I want.
STAGE 4: BARGAINING If I get the gifts bought by the 22nd, maybe I won't have to pay overnight shipping. I'll put some Slice 'N Bakes on a pretty dish and it will look like I was baking. A personal phone call means more than a card to my real friends. If I stuff myself into a body-squeezing undergarment maybe I can still get into my black dress. I'll drink one glass of mineral water for every glass of Chardonnay.
STAGE 5: ACCEPTANCE I'm a tired, broke, fat woman who did the best she could. Maybe next year will be different.
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Comments
As for the five stages, I decided to pare down everything this year. Gifts only for the kids, neighbors are contributing food, and the kids helped me clean the house. I never finished putting up the lights outside and that's just the way it goes. I'm pretty Zen this year, for which I'm grateful. I don't need to do it all and my house does NOT need to be perfect.
Happy Holidays!
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