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….and you’re not. (Such is your fortune when loving a Phone Sex Domina who is in the middle of seasonal inanity, don’t ya know?)
Kidding aside, I would, of course, be referring to Santa Claus. And I’m way behind schedule. Which shouldn’t surprise you. I’ve certainly adjusted to the roller coaster that is my life, so you might as well jump on board for the ride. And I don’t want to hear any complaining. Got that?
Ya know, in college, I was always way ahead of the “Holiday” game. Perhaps that was due to necessary budgeting, something of which I do little of these days.
With my couponing and jumping-through-hoops-to-save-a-dime days being gone (I hope) forever, maybe I’ve lost the desire for planning ahead? Or the will? The ability?
Who knows, who cares. It is what it is.
And I do have somewhat of an excuse as I am just emerging from a snowstorm which dumped twenty-two inches in my back yard. Anybody got a shovel? Better yet, a cute little slave boy who brings his own shovel that you might want to lend me? Lyndee? Mistress V? Mistress Sky? Slip of a Girl?
I can’t ask The Savants. I mean, after all, their major function is to sit and look pretty in my curio cabinet. Anything else is of their own free will and icing on the Christmas cookie. Sigh. My brother braved the aftermath today and advised I stay in until Sunday. Guess I will heed his advice. My favorite pizzaria is back in business, so that should tide me over.Which leaves a heap of stuff for me to finish up on Sunday. But there it is.
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FYI: The week of Christmas (between 12/26 and 1/1) I will be featuring holiday pricing on calls. But feel free to call anytime you see me around before then.
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And in case you’re wondering how the angel atop the Christmas tree became a tradition:
One Christmas, Santa was having a really bad day. The local elves union was up in arms over their contract and were threatening a walk-out. Mrs. Claus was pissed that Santa was never around to appreciate all of the hard work she had been doing around the house. Santa decided he needed to go home, sit in front of a fire and relax.
When he got there, Mrs.Claus was all up in his face and wouldn’t let down. Then, there was a knock on the door. It was Rudolph. He said the reindeer were sick and tired of Santa not upgrading to the new lightweight sleigh and they were joining the elves walkout. Santa slammed the door and threatened, “The next person who knocks on that door is gonna get it!”
At that time, there was a knock on the door. Santa flung the door open and there stood a tiny little angel. The angel had been searching for the perfect Christmas tree for Santa’s house all day long, until it found the perfect one. The little angel asked, “Santa, I was wondering where you would like me to stick this tree?”
And that is the story of how the angel atop the tree tradition began.
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Now it’s back to wrapping and curling ribbon for me.
xo, Angela
“Savant with own snowshovel and excellent time management skills seeks opportunity to leave curio cabinet for holiday, adventure and possible relationship involving iced cookies. Needs broad, white expanses upon which to gaze and a no-nonsense woman with whom to share them. Looks good tied up in curled ribbon, if he does say so himself. Take me home for Christmas.”
Angie, I laughed when I read your post – today was a frantic errands day for me – no blizzard as an excuse – and I’ve just finished a marathon wrapping session at the dining room table. The faster I go, the behinder I get! But I take solace that, in only 48 hours, Christmas will be here and it will be wonderful, as it always is. I’m sure your Christmas will be wonderful too. Merry Christmas to you and to all you will be sharing it with.
Angela, you have been on my mind, sweetness!! I have been concerned about you each time I saw the news…glad to know you are ok!!
I am sure I can round up some good boys that will do whatever you need done…they will, or else!
The happiest of holidays to you and yours, Angela! One of the highlights of my year, was getting to know you, like you, and love you! My day is never complete without a visit to Zen, always providing excellent reading material!! Thanks for always giving me points to ponder….
xoxoxo
Gotta admit, angels have always seemed a little tight-assed to me. Now I know why. Mistress A, have a great holiday. We love you out here!
Vanilla Savant speaks for any of the male gender, I do believe.
Anyway, just say the word, and I am sure an army of snow shovelers would instantly appear at your front door.
Merry Christmas, beloved Mistress and mysterious paramour.
David
Yes, Monsieur Vanilla does speak for all man with a heart and soul.
Of course, I would prefer to take this amazing treasure to my abode for a very special time.
A time to remember peppered with the finest of Hoboken Wines and the most delicious table of foods to keep our palates, how you say… wet!!!
But, again I digress so much.
Thank you Mon Cheri for being the most special Ms. Santa Claus.
You say “It is what it is,” but, Angela, you are who you are, and you do what you do, and you say what you say, so I stay where I stay. Have a Happy Christmas – and a very merry New Year!!
Home for the Holidays! But I wish it could be your home, Mistress. I’d shovel the paths, stoke the fire, bring in the tree … and ask you to tell me a Christmas story. I hope your Christmas will be just as spectacular as I imagine ours could be. Merry Christmas, Mistress.
I’ve always wanted to know about the angel!! LMAO – I’d send you a pet (gift-wrapped), if I could! I wish you the coolest of yules, in a good way!
Hugggggggsssssss
“Angela!” What a perfect name for our special friend at Christmas. Behold, she brings us tidings of great joy – at this holiday season and throughout the year. Gloria, indeed! Thanks, Angela, for a year’s worth of happiness, and a very Merry Christmas to you.
Here’s a toast to the spirit envied by St. Nick himself. Wishing you happiness and the love you so deserve. Giving all year, my sweet Angela, I want this holiday to be more about you. Merriest of Christmas’ and happiest of New Years.
Now that’s a funny story…but it’s not so easy to explain to people why I look at our Christmas tree and start laughing. And to you, Mistress, a great holiday. Your talents are unparalleled….you are the only one I know who has the skill to do aromatherapy over the phone.
It’s the first day of Christmas and, by my count Angela, you have already had in this thread “ten lords aleaping” to wish you a Merry Christmas and a wonderful new year. Now how will choose when they show up with “five golden rings?” No need to choose; you make all of us very happy. Merry Christmas!
God Bless You! Each and everyone. I am so lucky to have you all in my corner.
Love, Angela
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