Google and I wish you a very Merry Christmas (I'm only mentioning google because this is where I got the photo).
Are you traveling? Staying in? What are your plans this fabulous holiday season?
Mine? Gosh, you're so sweet... thank you for asking.
I'll be sitting with the in-laws sipping my mother-in-laws amazing Vodka Slush and watching the snow fall (oh lord I hope it snows!!!).
And since you asked... why not a holiday story! Jen style of course. Every year I'm asked what I want for Christmas and each year I run empty, so two years ago I decided to be ridiculous (is there any other me? No...)
Hubs: What do you want for Christmas?
Me: A pony.
Hubs: *blank stare* (probably waiting for the real answer... which isn't coming).
Me: Still want a pony, or polly pockets - the old school version.
Hubs: I'm not buying you polly pockets.
Me: Guess it's a pony then.
Few days later
Sister(s): What do you want for Christmas?
Me: A pony.
Sister(s): Anything more... realistic?
Me: Ponies are real
Hubs: Where would you put it?
Me: Outside, duh. There is so much grass at the apartment complex. It could be their mascot.
Hubs: Apartments don't have mascots.
Me: Maybe they should.
Naturally,I expected a pony. Can't people just put their money together? If you've seen 2 Broke Girls they have a horse in the city. It's not impossible.
There was no big box. I didn't panic, what person would put a poor helpless animal in a box... not to mention, do they make boxes that big?? Wrappable boxes that is. No, my gift was outside. I would wait... the anticipation, my excitement, it'd be worth it.
There I was, everyone had opened their gifts and were passing the remaining one's my way. I looked at the beautifully wrapped boxes reminding myself to open quickly so we could go outside.
Guess what happened?
I got ponies alright. My little ponies... five of them.
Next time I'll specify real.