I'm shaped to get in your way, but in the end we defend our decadence (Blonde Redhead).
Somewhere in between shopping endlessly, baking cookies for friends and putting up the Christmas décor and listening to Nat King Cole; somewhere in between laughing for hours over Virginia-grown garden squash and learning Spanish, abusing semicolons and mastering the art of the run-on sentence, somewhere in between all of this: it's beginning to look a lot like CHRISTMAS.
Here the sun is setting well before five o'clock and the weathermen are forecasting the season's first flakes of snow, there are children with their blankets pulled to their chin and pen in hand, beginning to inscribe the first drafts of their Christmas lists. While winter is in sight –inclement weather pending, there are scarf-and-mitten-bundled children playing in the street, the crunching of leaves in the smoky air – while there are acorns scattered amongst the leaves, steaming mugs of cider or cocoa cradled deftly in everyone’s palms, I too have come to realize that Christmas is just around the bend. I have forced myself to nonetheless compose my own Christmas registry of sorts.
Surely, twenty-four days is enough time for Santa to collect of all my desired goods, and so in no particular order and without further ado Mr. Claus, here's what's up:
Somewhere in between shopping endlessly, baking cookies for friends and putting up the Christmas décor and listening to Nat King Cole; somewhere in between laughing for hours over Virginia-grown garden squash and learning Spanish, abusing semicolons and mastering the art of the run-on sentence, somewhere in between all of this: it's beginning to look a lot like CHRISTMAS.
Here the sun is setting well before five o'clock and the weathermen are forecasting the season's first flakes of snow, there are children with their blankets pulled to their chin and pen in hand, beginning to inscribe the first drafts of their Christmas lists. While winter is in sight –inclement weather pending, there are scarf-and-mitten-bundled children playing in the street, the crunching of leaves in the smoky air – while there are acorns scattered amongst the leaves, steaming mugs of cider or cocoa cradled deftly in everyone’s palms, I too have come to realize that Christmas is just around the bend. I have forced myself to nonetheless compose my own Christmas registry of sorts.
Surely, twenty-four days is enough time for Santa to collect of all my desired goods, and so in no particular order and without further ado Mr. Claus, here's what's up:
I'm going to need One Coach Leather Sabrina in Espresso
Or Steel
Or Black
The Tiffany & Co. Notes on Pendant in Onyx
One bottle of Prada Infusion d'Iris perfume:
One bottle of Clinique Happy
One Bobbi Brown Shimmering Nudes Palette
One Dior Night Diamond
One Banana Republic Cashmere Scarf in Purple
Two Gianna Rose Atelier Decorative Soaps
One Marc Jacobs Haute Couture Bag
One Andre Chreky Gift Card
One Nars Blush in Orgasm
One Nintendo Zenses Gold Edition DS
One Nintendo DS Gold Edition
One Return Vacation to St. Martin
One Falconry Glove
One Wise Old Owl
Last but not least, One Vineyard in the South of France
I understand twenty-four days isn't much to work with Claus, but considering how good of a girl I've been this year, wish-fulfillment as such is rather a requisite.
To everyone else, if there's anything I've forgotten, please do not hesitate to let me know, haha!!
Over and out loves and SEASONS GREETINGS!
To everyone else, if there's anything I've forgotten, please do not hesitate to let me know, haha!!
Over and out loves and SEASONS GREETINGS!
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