Pure Randomness

Ok, so im having one of those moments when, i tell everyone good night and that im going to bed but yet i havent even moved from the computer chair. I just keep going from site to site. Im so exhausted but yet i just dont wanna go to bed. Whats up with that? I think i have developed somewhat of a computer addiction, do they have support groups for those? Perhaps one online, lol. that would be ironic lol.

So i went to denver with my dad today yeah, it was pretty boring but hey, i never get out of the house, so i just went so that i could say im not a hermit haha.

 Poor hubby has been working so much lately i feel like i havent seen him in days and its almost ten and he is still at work. He must be so tired, like i am, of course thats prolly the reason im not in bed right now, cuz hes not. 

So i totally love all those other versions of twas the night before christmas so im going to try and post a new one everyday until christmas

Today: Twas the month before christmas

'Twas the month before Christmas, and all through the store, Each department was dripping with Yuletide decor. The Muzak was blaring an out-of-tune carol, And the fake snow was falling on "Ladies' Apparel." I'd flown many miles from the North Pole this day, To check on reports which had caused me dismay. I'd come to this store for but one special reason, To see for myself what went on this Season. I hid in a corner and in a short while, I saw the Store President march down the aisle. He shouted an order to "Turn the store tree on!" And also the "NOEL" in blinking pink neon. Up high, grandly hanging from twin gold supports, Four hundred pink angels flew over "Men's Shorts." And towering over the Rear Mezzanine, A 90-foot Day Glo "Nativity Scene." The clock on the wall said two minutes to Nine, The floorwalkers proudly all stood in line. I watched while the President smelled their carnations, Then called out his final command - "Man Your Stations!" When out on the street there arose such a roar, It rang to the rafters and boomed through the store. It sounded exactly like street-repair drilling, Or maybe another big Mafia killing. I looked to the doors, and there banging glass, Was a clamoring, shrieking, hysterical mass. And I felt from the tone of each scream and each curse, That the "Spirit Of Christmas" had changed for the worse. The clock it struck Nine, and the door opened wide, And that great human avalanche thundered inside. More fearsome than Sherman attacking Atlanta Came parents and kiddies with just one goal - "Santa!!" In front stormed the mothers, all brandishing handbags, As heavy and deadly as 20 pound sandbags. With gusto they swung them, the better to smash ears, Of innocent floorwalkers, buyers, and cashiers. Egged on by their parents, the kids had one aim, To get to the man who was using my name. They mobbed him and mauled him, the better to plead, For the presents they sought in their hour of greed. The President watched with a gleam in his eye, As he thought of the toys that the parents would buy. Of all Christmas come-ons, this crowd would attest, That a visit to "Santa" was clearly the best. It was all too much for my soul to condone, And I let out a most unprofessional moan. The crowd turned around, and I'll say for their sake, That they knew in an instant I wasn't fake. "I've had it," I told them, "with fast-buck promoting, With gimmicks and come-ons and businessmen gloating. This garish display of commercialized greed, Is so very UN-Christmas, it makes my heart bleed!"