"Momma? How will Santa get down our chimney if we have a fire in the firepwace?"
"Well, he uses Christmas magic. He's been doing it for years and he never gets burned."
(giggle) "If he's not careful he will burn his buttocks."
"Oh, he's careful. That Christmas magic is pretty powerful stuff. He doesn't get burned, trust me."
(thoughtful silence)
"You know.....'buttocks' is just a fancy name for butt."
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
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Merry Christmas to you and the gang!
Merry Christmas! I hope Santa and his buttocks brought you everything you asked for!
Congratulations on pursuing your dreams and going to school. Awesome. Good luck and God Bless
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