“You look like Santa Claus,” he said. Then she said. Then she said it, too.
That’s right. They were words uttered my general direction not once, but three times this week.
I remain dubious of the innocence of that remark.
Sure, I happened to be toting several bags filled with goods. I also happened to be wearing a rather snug sweater, thanks to the myriad of sweet, holiday treats paving the way to festivity.
It’s such a delicious time of year . . .
Thankfully, I have the day off. One, I intend to clean the house; two, if the forecast is to be believed, I shall be shoveling snow. Nothing quite burns calories like a lady flailing about a slick driveway, trying to lift shovelful after shovelful of wet snow with her puny little arms.
Of course, then I’ll probably be cold . . . so I’ll have to bake cookies to warm up . . . of which I cannot possibly share until I’ve tested them myself.
But such is life.
And if you have it, you most certainly should live it.
With that, dear friends, I wish you a joyous Christmas. May it find you safe, surrounded by those you love, and filled with good cheer.