I thought I'd start composing my Christmas list now. I realize I am not a child so there is no need to remind me of my advanced age. I already know that, thanks anyhow.
This Christmas, I'd like one of two things, please. Yep, that's it. Only one thing.
I'd like either new genes or new jeans.
New genes would be preferable. Ones that don't allow the fat to accumulate.
Advanced age teamed with no time to do anything but work full time, make three meals a day, supervise showers, check homework, corral kids, read stories, listen to needs of others, and so much more has prompted me to add this to my list.
That's not too much to ask, is it? After all, you are Santa and can do anything. If you can't, the elves can.
At least, that's what my kids tell me.
New jeans would be okay too. But new genes would be the ultimate gift.
I will be anxiously awaiting Christmas morning to see what is under my tree!
Oh, and there is no need to gift wrap it. It's okay, really.
(I'm being helpful and saving you time by not wrapping. Brownie points for me!)
See you in a few weeks!