I welcome you all back for another interesting holiday…
Silver Bells plays softly in the back ground as I wake up to the morning. I’m slightly concerned that it is silent in the house, except for the music. This does not bode well for the day…(like when there are toddlers in the house…silence usually means something is up.)
After I got dressed, I walked out into the living room and was immediately attacked by the cookies!(Because, who would think anything else would happen on Christmas?) There was icing, gum drops and sprinkles flying everywhere. SOOO, just like on any other ‘normal’ day around here, I ducked and weaved and escaped to the kitchen for a nice hot cup of tea.(But, of course, it can’t be that easy) There was no tea! How horrible. I opened the fridge to get some milk instead and found a gaggle of geese inside. They were playing card games…in the fridge…not sure where all the food went, but the geese were betting bread crumbs in their card game. (Guess stuffing is out of the question for dinner)
I asked the geese if they had seen the food, and they told me they moved it out onto the porch, because it needed some fresh air.(I’m sure I had a puzzled look on my face)The geese asked if I could close the door before I left. So, I did. And the next thing I did…that’s right, I went out on the porch to see if the food was still good or if I would have to figure out a new plan for dinner.
Well, the food was there on the porch, but it was starting to get rotten. The veggies were saying some very nasty things to the turkey.(I am not repeating what they were saying…it was that nasty) Now, on to planning a different dinner for tonight. I think PB&J sounds good, but not sure the rest of the family would like that for christmas dinner.(where were they anyway)
As I walked around looking for my family members, who were mysteriously missing, I decided a nice potato soup might be good for dinner. I had plenty of potatoes in the cabinet.(luckily they were not part of the nasty talking veggies on the porch) My family was still nowhere to be seen. I was starting to wonder if I would be alone for christmas dinner this year.
I went to check on the living room, to see if the cookies were still at war, and they were, of course.(some of the gingerbread men were missing limbs now) As I turned to leave the room I got a pie in the face.(and not a whipped cream pie…a chocolate pudding pie. Ugh!) I was looking forward to eating that pie, not wearing it. So I decided it was time to enter into this war and get some payback. I picked up an icing bag off the floor and started shooting.
All of a sudden, there was a knock on the front door. Everyone went still and silent. I went to answer the door covered in chocolate pie, icing and sprinkles.(not my most shining moment, but what could I do) I opened the door only to be met with the scowling face of the fire department chief.(evidently in the melee the fire alarm was triggered and no one noticed) Well, the chief was none too happy about being called out unnecessarily on christmas. As I was apologizing, the geese came out of the kitchen singing carols and walked right over him.(I kinda felt bad, they came outta nowhere fast) He left and said if he had to come back again he wasn’t going to be nice about it.(I thought he was kind of grumpy to begin with, but what do I know)
Still no sign of my family…odd.
I went back into the kitchen to make the potato soup. And, surprise…there was the whole family, arguing with the nasty talking veggies. So, I just ignored the argument and made the soup. It was very yummy if I do say so myself. Everyone else seemed to think it was good too.(even the veggies, the cannibals) Everyone went to open their gifts and I sat there in the kitchen, thinking about everything that happened so far.
That’s when it happened. I fell out of my chair and woke up when I hit the floor. Apparently, I have some vivid dreams while sleeping in a chair at the kitchen table. I looked at the calendar and notice there’s still a week left until christmas. There are no cookies having wars, not nasty talking veggies and no gaggle of gees in the fridge.(I wonder if late night snacking can cause weird dreams) Silver Bells is still playing in the background though.(I love that song)
the end :)
