Posted on December 24, 2009
"Tickets, please!"
‘Tis the day before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature is stirring except me clicking my mouse. As I write this, it’s early morning and I have only a precious few minutes until the clock strikes ten and all the little portals to Hell otherwise known as Retail Stores begin opening their doors for the final shopping moments of the season. Fortunately, I don’t have very much left to buy, unless you consider everything to be a lot. Oh well, I’m sure the crowds won’t be all that bad. Right? Right?!
Of course, since I don’t have a lot of time today – and neither, I suspect, do you – I’ll keep this entry brief. In fact, my time is so short that I almost decided to keep my verbiage to a minimum and instead turn Coquetting Tarradiddles into a photo blog for one brief and shiny moment. However, since I hate photo blogs with the furious explosive power of a thousand angry suns, I decided against it. Photo blogs are meaningless and tiring exercises in pointless scrolling that should either be relegated to the virtual Vacation Slide Show pictures that they are, or simply stored away for posterity as one of Blogger’s chosen Blogs of Note – either way, I don’t want to embrace that particular horror just yet. Instead, I’ll save the pictures for Tuesday’s entry, where they’ll be accompanied by a hefty dose of my excessively longwinded bibblebabble.
As for today’s entry, I’ll keep things short and wrap them up here. Yesterday, we took Trey on a wild journey through creepy Texas backroads as we made our way through terrible weather and a curious amount of cell phone dead zones as we headed towards the Texas State Railroad station in Palestine, TX. There, we boarded the fabled Polar Express and steamed our way directly to the North Pole. The ride was punctuated by dancing chefs bearing hot chocolate and cookies, and wrapped up with a visit from Santa Claus and a small army of his elite Elf Guard. And, while no one on this Earth could have convinced him that we did not, in fact, go to the actual North Pole, you’ll just have to wait until Tuesday to read all about it. As for now, it’s time to head out into the heart of darkness and make my way into the hideous bowels of an American Shopping Mall. Wish me luck, and have a happy Christmas!
“Merry Christmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!”
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