I met April this morning to go Christmas shopping. Every year we do one big shopping spree. We don't necessarily get much bought, but we have fun doing it. I can't tell you what we purchased, because there are recipients that read this.
When I returned home, I heard Tessie ranting and raving on the porch. When I looked in, I saw total chaos. Trees were tipped. The snowman was melting sideways. The chair was tipped over and Tessie was very angry.
I told her I would be happy to help straighten the mess, if she would stop yelling.
I also told her that we would find the culprit.
First she went into the bedroom where Widget was napping and accused him.....He just placidly stared at her with an evil grin on his face. If I were her, I wouldn't push him too far. He is thirteen pounds of cat....She is a couple of ounces.
I talked her out of that one, although I suspect that he was the guilty party.
She went flitting back to the porch and as she approached, I saw what she saw....She spotted Santa on the roof! She landed on the roof a couple of inches away and started waving the peppermint stick at him. "I have a wand and I'm not afraid to use it!" She paced up and down the roof. Then she turned and pointed the stick at him. "You will get off of my porch roof and get back to work. I know that you haven't finished all of the presents for everybody yet! Those poor elves are working their fingers to the bone and what do they get? I'll tell you what! Bony Fingers!". She was on a roll. Then it was "I am going to talk to the elves about a union. You sit here slurping up eggnog and candy whilst they do the work. Shame on you, Santa."
Poor Santa couldn't get a word in edgewise.....When he did, all he said was, "Tessie, I see that you are rapidly working your way onto the naughty list! You'd better watch out!" Then he vanished. He can do that, you know. He sees you when you're sleeping......
Tessie turned to me and wailed "What have I done?"
I explained that her decorum would have to be exemplary until Christmas if she wanted to stay on the nice list.....
Since then, she has swept the kitchen floor with her tiny broom, cleaned the bathroom with MY toothbrush. (Remind me to use the new one that I have hidden at the back of the drawer.) and now she is helping me wrap packages and butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
This has been a very good day. All I have to do is say,"Santa wouldn't like that." and she stops whatever she is doing. I am going to enjoy it while I can. I don't expect it to last.
See you tomorrow.