Will I be ‘doing’ Christmas this year? As in having a big family get together at my place with food and laughter and hugs and kisses and joy joy joy? No. I am happy to ‘not’ be doing Christmas this year so I can just lay there and relax in the morning instead of getting up at the crack of dawn to start cooking and getting dressed (and cleaning up all the ‘present opening’ mess shortly after). Nope, this year my plan is to make breakfast for the kids and hubby and then lay on the couch with wrapping paper shredded up and all around me on the floor. I want tape and bows stuck in my hair. I want miniature Barbie doll shoes, lip-gloss, and pajama sets sprawled all over the floor. I want the tree to be lopsided from the cats messing with it and I want to just lay there with no bra on, eye liner runnin’ from the night before, musty armpits, maybe even a slight hangover, and a huge tub of ice cream in my lap. HUGE, I say! I’ll sit there all day with my old worn out ugly nightgown on and watch movies. Oh, which by the way I will scream at the kids to, ‘Come here!!’ every few hours to stick in another movie for me because I certainly have no plans of getting up. I can’t wait!
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