Santa's the Man

 

I was invited to a company party and Mike and I decided to take a photo with Santa Claus.  I don't care, Santa Claus makes everything better.

This Christmas was my first time trying Cabernet Sauvignon.  I thought I might as well be a little bit grown up.  I'm very shy, actually, and I'm also very picky about what I eat and drink.  So, I decided a little bit of wine would be me partaking in someone else's Christmas traditions.  I opened my mind.

The best part of the whole party, though, is Santa Claus.  I will forever love the Santa part of my Christmases.  

Candy and Flowers

I never took a picture of them, but I received poinsettias and a gift certificate to See's candies, today.  My client, Janet, gave me the best gift ever.  I was not expecting that at all.  This is one of the perks of being a massage therapist with an established clientele.  I have been doing this for so long, and have really mastered my craft.  It no longer feels like work but a way of life.

Slippin' Slidin' in my Socks

My mom is not one who really understands Christmas, because when she was a child in Korea, they didn't celebrate the holiday in her Buddhist household.  Skip to America, she shops for Christmas, and she always gives something small, because she wants to make sure everyone gets something from her.  Small usually means, a pair of socks, a package of underwear, or nail polish.  It's the thought that counts.  She's trying.

This Christmas past, my mother gave me a package of soft and fuzzy slipper socks.  I have been wearing them and they are the bomb when I'm in my shoes.  They aren't anything like the ones offered in the hospital.  They are cushy and soft.

However, they easily slip off when I'm sleeping.  For instance, this morning, I got out of bed to turn .my alarm clock off, which I keep across the room, and although the socks stick to the floor, I freakin' slipped IN my socks and fell on my butt.

Only me.