jloreine

Naughty? Nice?....Ah, who cares!!
Just please, no more falling down stairs

Posting much, I have not done...oops
time is up, I gotta run :!

[DCJenn]

Hmmmm,

not much to go on, yet.

I'm putting my thinking cap on.

Jenn

Come on now, do we really all have to rhyme?! I mean it is hard enough trying to make it day to day....but then to think of something that rhymes, is funny, and doesn't invlove cuss words....this is just hard.

Your secret santa is often tired and crabby.

[DCJenn]

Crabby Santa-

I love it.

So, I'm thinking that you're a chick santa, too.

Jenn

It is freezing, and the wind is howling
ideas for you....have this Santa scowling ( what a rhyme?! )
one gift that WOULD NOT fail,
but I can not send a Cabana boy through the mail.

I saw the news and it looks like it is snowing there. I am sending my sleigh for Nikolai and you to play....are there hills in DC...I mean besides, Capital?


It has been a long year, you would think I could remember that.

[DCJenn]

Jill?

A former DC resident?

Jenn

(PS- yes, there are hills other than CH!)

Sorry, Jenn - it's not me! But I also heard about the snow in DC - I hope it was fun!

[DCJenn]

No cuss words...

that about eliminates 90% of the participants, so-

Crystal?

Jenn

Nope. Not Crystal.

A few clues of me.
kids- check
pets-check
gas guzzling SUV- check
gay elf- check
reindeer games- check
spouse in medical type field- check



ps- who said that I don't cuss....I was just trying to keep things PG.

[DCJenn]

Sally? I know she has the gas-guzzling SUV.

Jenn P? I can't remember if she does...

But Sally's not normally crabby- not that Jenn P is, but she's more crabby than Sally. But less than me.

Help!

Jenn

[DCJenn]

Hey Santa,

Throw me a flippin' bone, here!!!

Jenn

Hey Santa,

Throw me a flippin' bone, here!!!

Easy now, I said I was the crabby one! You better watch it, you will be getting ONE sock with a hole in it and a lump of coal if you aren't careful!

See....you got me all messed up and I forgot to put my name at the top...

This time of year is busy, with everything coming to an end.
A few weeks of holidays and cheer and then back to it again.
Songs, dancing, and plays of all sorts.
More than two ways, our spouses are cohorts.
Vague clues to you, I give with no glee.
The most I've thought would be too obvious, it's me!