Santa to the rescue. I bet he has many Christmas's that he has to save another sad person that's trying to find holiday spirit in the bottome of a bottle!Nice nice post. Gave me a hopeful feeling from a sad but true problem that many people have especially at this time of year!Merry Christmas Hope, my friend.
i love the painting and i saw the humour of it - a mother / father having a slug of wine after the exhaustion of preparing a magical christmas!!! have a lovley holiday. steven
OMG...this is just too funny. I love it and it's well deserved :) Oh the magic of Christmas...spiked eggnog would do the trick as well :) Happy Holidays to you and your family :)
ROFLMAO!! Once I complained to my husband about the mess he made in the kitchen every morning before going to work. He *swore* to me that he picked up after himself every day, and pointed out the clean counter. I told him *I* did the cleaning, then told him everything he'd taken for lunch and what it was wrapped in: I could tell by what he'd left out! And can we talk about the division of labour in wedding preparations? LOLI hope your Christmas is a happy joyful one, for all of you!
LOL! This is perfect! Santa has the same delusions of all the other men ....
laughs hmmmmm she must be the one where the kids saw her kissing santa under neath the mistletoe well you never know eh?.Merry Christmas to YOU & Your FAMILY Larry.
Love that one Hope! Poor Santa. I wonder if he's ever seen a Dad with a fake beard and a cushion under his dressing gown?
Hey Hope. Sorry I haven’t been over for awhile. Been getting home pretty late from work (poor excuse I know)I think all parents over the world can relate to this. I know mine certainly probably did.....
So succinct, so funny, so good!I'm on the rhubarb gin at precisely 9pm each evening at the moment. I believe it has lashings of Vitamin C.
YES! I wondered when Santa was going to realize who was carrying the load around here!Love it!
Peggy, I'm wondering from Santa's expression if perhaps he wasn't a little thirsty himself. ;) I hope your Christmas finds you surrounded in love.steven, we can't let Santa take ALL the credit, can we? I remember when I got too old to "believe", I was then turned into an Elf assistant to help Dad assemble stuff. Years later and the family STILL thinks I'm the Elf who should hand out gifts. ;)Thom, you can see what an influence this group is becoming on me...I don't even drink! ;) Here's wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas as well. I'd use the Hawaiian version but I'm afraid it would fry the spell check here at work. Susan, laughter is my gift to you. :) Yeah, I still find it hilarious that Hubby is King of the Clean Kitchen and yet laundry may be tossed...wherever. :) Have a great Christmas and give those cuties of yours much love from me.Quilly: well, sometimes the truth has to be told. Between the two of us, he's a lazy peeping Tom. ;)Larry, as a kid I always thought Mrs. C got the bad end of the deal, having to stay home while Santa toured the world. The older I get, the more I see the wisdom of this woman. :)Catherine: I often wonder why Santa didn't just hang it up after having to see all those Mall Santas destroying his name! :)Dan; till monkeys are not expected to check in daily, dear man. Just stay away from Betty and the booze. She scares me. Merry Christmas to you and yours!Titus, one must get their veggies where they can. :) I'll think of you [and rachel and shug] tonight as I attend the British Wives Christmas Tea. I know, night is too late for tea but they do throw an entertaining party. :)SouthLakesMom; sometimes we just have to explain these things to menfolk. Have a great Christmas!
Yeah, that's us about 3am. Christmas morning when 'all' is done! Big thanks to the Wine & Beer god!Good one!xxx
Nicely done Hope, I remember my Mum working hard leading up to Christmas Day with the Turkey Dinner.
Ha ha this is so funny. Thanks for posting and happy ChristmasKate xxhttp://secretofficeconfessions.blogspot.com/
Hope, My best wishes to you and your family for a very Merry Christmas! Kat
Map, the year I "ceased to believe" I was promoted to Assembly Elf. Boy did I wish I'd played dumb a while longer. :) You have my sympathy...let me pour you a glass. Bill, being a southern woman meant being in the kitchen...even when you were only a kid. Drying dishes was the first chore...I dried fast so I could go listen to what the men were talking about. :)Kat; and the same to you and yours! I know one of your blogs is taking a nap....I'm taking a vacation from work, so I understand. I'll keep checking in though.
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