Well we’ve graduated from Santa’s elves running to and fro, to full on chickens with our heads cut off. And all I can think about is sitting by a warm fire and drinking egg nog while Bing Crosby sings me a Christmas song. Not like on iTunes or anything….like the real Bing Crosby. Chillin in our living room. I like to picture him standing by our tree wearing a tuxedo.
But that’s just me. :)
So tell me, am I the only one in this winter wonderland crazy enough to actually CRAVE egg nog? I guess it can’t be any weirder than channeling the ghost of one Bing Crosby.