I don’t feel Christmassy at all today. Not even a speck.
It’s just an off day. I suppose, for the twenty four days leading up to Christmas, I’m allowed just one of those? It doesn’t help that it’s 77 degrees outside, and muggy as all get out. Neither does it help that we are having tacos for supper. Or the fact that I made a banana trifle for dessert. That’s just weird.
Glimpsing this poor guy out of the corner of my eye isn’t improving things, either. Looks like somebody got to old Frosty… somebody with a grievance… somebody like THE MAGICIAN perhaps?