I've looked under the couch. I've looked behind the washing machine. I've peeked in among the stealthily hidden Christmas gifts and in the filled cookie tins and in the branches of the sweet-smelling and ornament-bedecked tree.
No spirit.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Where art thou, oh Christmas spirit?
I can't find my Christmas spirit anywhere.
I've looked under the couch. I've looked behind the washing machine. I've peeked in among the stealthily hidden Christmas gifts and in the filled cookie tins and in the branches of the sweet-smelling and ornament-bedecked tree.
No spirit.
It's not dangling from the pretty lights around my desk. It's not hiding inside the cute triangular elf tissue box. It's not curled up inside giant rolls of candy cane wrapping paper.
Christmas spirit, where are you? Only twelve short days remain before Jesus' birthday, yet you elude me. I can't find you, so please, please, please come find me.
I've looked under the couch. I've looked behind the washing machine. I've peeked in among the stealthily hidden Christmas gifts and in the filled cookie tins and in the branches of the sweet-smelling and ornament-bedecked tree.
No spirit.
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