... the little ones just would not shut up. I mean, we've talked about this year after year after year. Just one day of peace, please, I beg of them. And do they oblige? No. Never. "It's Christmas morning," they whinge. "We want our presents." Well, they would, wouldn't they? I'm sick of it, really I am. Don't they know how busy I've been? They've seen me! I'm always working. Don't they know how much I had to eat and drink last night? Anyway: once, just once, I want to sleep in. The chances? Zero. Stupid elves.
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Hahaha. Love it. I felt a little Santa twist coming, and when it came, I was delighted.
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Alicia - thanks: glad you enjoyed it. Even more pleased that my 8yo didn't guess until the very end!
ReplyDeleteLol! Great story!
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