It’s not even Christmas Eve yet, and I think Santa may need a lie down to recover. Or at least his elves might. Or maybe both – since they are all probably in cahoots and talk about this stuff over eggnog and shortbread.
We went to Southland last night for a spot of Christmas shopping. There was barely any shopping accomplished, but we did come away with possibly Santa’s first ever X-rated photo. sigh
Of course Wilbur thinks it’s fabulous. Me. Not so much.
All I remember is Santa perving on my legs (he wasn’t even jovial), and then the HORROR as I saw this photograph in print. Yes – we are all smiling and all look fairly spunky. There’s a little more Christmas cheer than we actually expected.
Note to self – next year cover up in long flowing potato sack, and DO NOT SIT under any circumstances when the elves tell you to.
(I am laughing now – and realising that I am putting my self on display – surely everyone else can see the funny side – now that the embarrassment has dissipated from my cheeks. I put it into perspective – I gallivant around in a bikini all the time – so a bit of stray knicker is nothin’……. Yes?!)