I can't have a Christmas Tree ... that's 'cause I have a Pookie and an Emma:
I know you've seen them before; but you haven't seen what they can do to a Christmas Tree.
One thing that I used to like was getting Christmas cards in the mail ... beats the living crap out of a screen full of dancing bananas in Santa suits. I remember when I used to get so many that I strung them across whole wall. And there were written messages in pen ... and all the words had vowels in them. Last Christmas card I got was from a furniture store where I had bought a couch and chair. Now the couch is full of cats, and there is a dog in the chair with her blankie and towel. Maybe if I whip out today and buy some more furniture, I will get another card.
And over here in the bilingual colony we have to deal with not only the "C" word, but also the "N" word.
