When I was a kid and wished for toys during the year, the items usually arrived at Christmas. And every time my requests were granted, I thought, Wow, Santa is listening!
But that was then, this is now, and to heck with dolls and bubble bath.
Since the ads keep telling me I’m worth more, I decided to test the theory. Yesterday, I asked for a big, spectacular gift–like the diamonds Burton gave Taylor.
And while I was at it, I mentioned to the Burton who shares my space (also known as Carpenter Country’s Santa) how great it would be if he’d take me to some wonderful place where I could show off those amazing gems.
Santa didn’t seem to be paying attention–so I put on my rose-colored glasses, picked up the newspaper and found a headline that read: Jingle, Jangle, Keppler-22 has discovered a new world.
Now what could be better than going to a new world for Christmas? Especially one where the air and water is pristine, and the temperature averages a wonderful year around seventy degrees.
Of course, it might take awhile to get there since Earth and the unspoiled planet are 600 light years apart. But who cares. Using the latest technology, it should be possible to shrink-wrap and deliver me (and my Liz jewels) without too much trouble.
I invited Santa to join me on my flight of fancy, but he said, "Forget it. I’m staying home."
Which means he was listening?
Oh, well, I guess I should consider that a gift, too.
Happy New Year!
Happy Holidays to all!