I don't know if it's me - okay, I'm fibbing - but, my kids have taken on an attitude, this year.

I know - just act surprised, m'kay.

Not the typical surly sort of suckage you'd expect from a child - shuddup! - but, they don't seem to be asking for much, lately and this is the first year that the kids have NOT made a list for Santa!

I don't know, if it'll snow, let's just have a cup of, "Are you kidding me!?!"

Of course, I'm happy - they're actually seem to be happy with...um...whatever they get and I think I'll buy them ALL a pony, damnit - but, I can't help but feel a little bit surprised, as well.

Like, what do they REALLY want and are they going to like what Santa's brought them?

I don't know - since, I have NOT even started shopping, my own self, yet - but, I can tell you this:

Thirteen things you will NOT find under our tree on Christmas Eve:

1.  Wii game system:  WHO KNEW, kids would want it for Christmas?  Stupid Nintendo!

2.  PSP, or Playstation 3 for that matter:  Because, we GOT to eat.

3.  Hannah Montana concert tickets:  Unless, YOU want to send us some - I would liked to have seen Montana!

4.  Bratz - big eyes, big lips, these girls ARE scary looking:  The spokesdolls for Botox, I swear.

5.  Most anything on Oprah's Favorite Things:  Cheese and rice, would it kill her to like something, say, under $25?!?!

6.  Loud toys:  Not if you EVER want to see your grandchildren, again!

7.  Victoria Secret:  Secret's out, granny underwear IS in!

8.  Candy, chocolate coins and cookies for Santa:  Because, Doofus ate AND either pooped, or threw it ALL up, ALREADY!

9.  Gingerbread house:  See note above.   

10. Puke or poop:  Ditto.

11. Kids, sleeping:  Hahahahahahaha - as wired as they are, right now and you ARE kidding me, right - why bother going to bed, at all?

12. Mommy kissing Santa Claus:  No one can hold a candle to Garth (not his real name) besides,  I'll be too busy...wrapping!

13. Any of you, my dearest blogging friends:  Not after reading this list, or at least numbers 8-10, anyway.

Only 12 more sleeps 'til Christmas - Holy Hannah Montana, seriously - if anyone needs me, I'll be upstairs in the closet, buried knee deep with laundry and looking for my Christmas mojo!

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