Twas three days past Christmas and all through the flat, many creatures were stirring, even my cat. There were no stockings hung by the chimney with care because there is not really a chimney, only a gas fireplace there!
Adults were nestled all snug in their beds, with visions of cleanup and New Years in their heads. But mama in her scrap room and I, with my blog, were not ready for bed and poured some more nog.
With Magic Mike in the background and my cat at my feet I contemplated my diet and what not to eat. The New Year is a challenge, we all know it’s true. But, my 5 Christmas pounds demanded something to do.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow made me fear that my neighbours car soon would need tow. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a text from my friend about her holding a beer.
With an impish friend so lively and crazy, I feared tomorrow morning I would be quite hazy. A rapid typist, her liquor types came, by text she enticed and listed by name.
Now Vodka! Now Jager! Now Molson and Miller!
On Red Wine! On Coolers! Come visit my Chiller!
To the top of the street, to the top of the block! Come party at my place, it’s only a walk!
Looking at the clock and my PJ cladden self, I contemplated, debated and questioned my health. I knew self and health didn’t really rhyme, but thought “Nah forget it, who has the time?”
And then in a twinkling, I wondered “Should I go? You only live once and my health is so-so.” Then typing too fast I hit the wrong key, and somehow in Spanish my ? became É.
If Santa were real, would he encourage me to drink? Would God punish me and Buddha cause me to think? Is there a time too late or an age too old, or is age only a number and life is meant to be bold?
My eyes how they twinkled, my thoughts how merry! As I imagined the taste of a maraschino cherry. My droll little mouth drew up like a bow when I pictured a beer as cold as the snow. I knew it would hurt my newly dentised teeth, but the thoughts they encircled my head like a wreath. Despite my broken-out face and my currently round little belly, alcohol was calling me now instead of my telly.
I feel quite chubby and plump, but whats a drink more? And I laughed at my circumstance; god life is a chore. A memory, a giggle and a shake of my head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work, fixing my makeup and hair like a jerk. And putting some cover on the tip of my nose, my esteem started rising and my spirits they rose.
I sprang into action and got my butt out of the door, only to realize my feet were still glued to the floor. It was only a dream…I had slumbered upright…Merry Christmas to all and to All a Good Night!
The Ginga Ninja