Hi ho, MMMLOGerinos!

No kidding, I did see the real jolly old elf getting out of an equally old and rumpled Toyota pickup. Actually, he's quite short, wears short jeans with a BIG waist, a short T-shirt and a flannel shirt-jacket. His white hair was long and flowing over his shoulders, flapping, really, and a little wispy as was his beard, the bottom of which was as long as his hair. It was all real, honest.

So I stared at the man as I walked across the parking lot of the Albertson's grocery store. I tried not to, I really did, but it's not everyday that you actually see Santa sans costume and getting out of a ratty import. When he passed me, his blue eyes were twinkling and a little smile played across his red lips. And what did I do? Well, I fought the urge to ask to sit on his lap, for one thing, as well as the wild laughter and crazy comments trying to blast out of my tightly clenched teeth. My mother will be glad to know that I managed, just, to hang onto my self respect and decorum. But, dang, it was hard!

I climbed in Red Therapy and hooohaaaed all the way home. Okay, yeah, so I'm easily entertained and I've got to get out more, but I'm a writer and my chosen place is here at the puter creating stories. Like this one. But this one is TRUE and maybe all my others are, too. So just think about that . . .

Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMMMMelinda