Merry Freakin' Kitmas

Well it's the 5th of the month, once again. A date, for many, as highly anticipated as Christmas. I've heard stories of women who claim not to be able to sleep the night before My Creative Scrapbook reveals their new kits. They lay awake with visions of paper and chipboard dancing in their heads. Then when the big day finally does arrive, Ma with her kercheif, springs from the bed and rushes to her computer, eager to see what MCS has given her... knowing that it'll be nothing short of a pony or a puppy! Definitely no disappointing tube socks in these kits.

And even though I'm a tad annoyed that no one bothered to leave a plate of cookies out for my jolly behind, I'll play along. Cause I'm a giver. So yeah, Merry freakin' Kitmas.


Working with the Album Kit, I managed to document my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary, which occurred back in 1998. The title for my page, Always, was actually their wedding song. A sampling of the lyrics are, "I'll be loving you always. With a love that's true, always. Not for just an hour. Not for just a day. Not for just a year. But always." Sadly, Grandpa died just a few years later and Grandma requested their wedding song be played at his funeral.

I find that incredibly sweet. Sweet like those cookies would've been... had they been left for me and my giving soul.


Sweet like birthday cake icing smeared all over a baby's face and hands. Those sticky hands which want nothing more than to be picked up so that they can touch you... your pretty clothes, your clean hair, your nice furniture... everything. Ghack!

No more talk of babies and all the sticky stuff they tend to drag along with them. Blech! There's a reason I really didn't enjoy being an Aunt until Chelsea got to be this age:


Now that she's older and her hands aren't as sticky, I'm once again allowing her to hug me and sit on the furniture. However, if she doesn't do something about her taste in music soon, she's gonna be losing those couch privileges. What?! I'm just sayin' there's only so much bubblegum pop one Aunt can take.

... and they heard her exclaim as she stalked out of sight, "Merry Kitmas to all and you better leave some friggin' cookies next time!"