Santa’s checking his list
Posted: December 24, 2014 Filed under: Single Motherhood, Thought For the Day | Tags: Bing Crosby Christmas songs, Christmas cheer, Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby Christmas Special 1957, happy single mothering, Merry Christmas, no Christmas beer, presents for single mothers, sanity clause, Santa Claus is coming to town lyrics, Santa has two lists and I'm on the wrong one, Santa knows and sees all, single mother celebrations, single mother delusions, who is naughty, who is nice 4 Commentsand I’m checking my single mama Christmas list. Mine looks a bit different to Santa’s version:
Last minute, hope this will do presents for my kids – tick
Chocolates bought at service station for relatives – tick
Happy face on when kids buy you same cheap present as last year – tick
Fight with siblings – tick
Feeling abnormal – tick
Dysfunctional family – tick
Underwhelmed by lack of French champagne and luxury goods – tick
Forgot my own present – tick
Can’t drink alcohol because I’m driving all over town – tick
Smile for my mother even though I really hate eating ham – tick
Not feeling very relaxed because I’m holding the fort – tick
Dream bubble above my head of me with a hottie on a Caribbean beach instead of being stuck in a hot house – tick
Sending cards to all the family and friends I forgot about on Boxing Day – tick
What’s on your Christmas wish list?
Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby Christmas Special 1957
Sleep in heavenly peace
Posted: December 24, 2013 Filed under: SONGS, Thought For the Day | Tags: be merry, Christmas carols, Christmas cheer, Christmas Eve, Christmas Songs, drink, eat, Felice Navidad, gifts, giving, Holy night Batman, Joyeux Noel, presents for single mothers, reindeer, reindeers on the roof, Santa, Santa in his sleigh, Santa stop here, Santa wants to come down the chimney but it's blocked, Silent NIght, Sinead O'Connor, Tis the season to be greedy Leave a commentOf course Santa is having a happy Christmas, he knows where all the naughty people live and he gets to party with them. I hope when Santa drops down my chimney that he is good looking and he finds out I’ve been naughty and my children have been nice. Merry Christmas, here come the reindeer.

