"Hey honey….um, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about. Do you have a minute?"
"Sure, sweetie….sit down. What is it you want to discuss?"
"Well…you know that Christmas is just eight months away and I need to start making my preparations. And…I was thinking that this year….well…honey, why don’t we Make It A Gingham Christmas?"
"Um. God…I don’t know, sweetie. I guess we could…."
"Come on honey! Let’s Make It A Gingham Christmas this year! It could be really fun…"
"Hmmm….I just don’t know. Remember back in 2001 when you wanted to make it a Taffeta Christmas? Things…didn’t go so well."
"Oh honey…this is completely different! I can’t believe you would even bring the Taffeta Christmas up…I thought we had agreed!"
"Well….shit. Okay sweetie, you’re right…let’s do it! What the hell! I mean, how bad could it be? Let’s Make It A Gingham Christmas!"
SWEET blog! Thanks for the entertainment. I’m hooked!
You are never coming to my house for Christmas. I’m adding ‘Gingham’ to my firewall. And ‘Taffeta’ too, just in case.
It must be painful to be so entertaining! I love your blog, I’m throughly enjoying it.
Hahahaha
Giggle. Snort. Roar.
The Taffeta Christmas… priceless…
I am addicted to your humor and I love your site with the white-hot intensity of a thousand burning suns.
Man, people sure used to be SERIOUS about their Christmas. How thoughtful that Frances Plouffe thought to include helpful tips for a (snort) successful Christmas Bazaar Booth .
I swear that my mother had a GINGHAM CHRISTMAS somewhere around 1983…all of our “memory” ornaments are in that same ugly-ass pattern. In fact, I have pictures of my brother and I, helpless souls, in matching GINGHAM outfits! Oh the humanity! I had repressed it, but now it comes flooding back…
That cute little angel in the Italian tablecloth and with the inverted mushroom for a head is coming awfully close to becomming a flaming s’more!
You don’t understand. Frances V. Plouffe put some evil brainwashing chemical in all the gingham in the world. Soon, we’ll all be Plouffies.
What the hell’s a lion doing in there? Was there some mention of a lion in the story of the nativity? Was there a lion amongst Santa’s reindeer and I never heard about it? It just seems so odd to have Santa, a wreath, a tree, an angel…and a lion.