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Dear sacred Eddie elf, deity Of all things gifted this holiday, please please please be in the heart of those sweet gift givers, who might think that alcohol from the 99 Cents store, is a gesture of Grand proportions, and instead help them understand that there’s nothing that says that you care more than being on time, smelling clean and manly amazing, smiling that sexy man smile that drives me wild the whole time we’re together. I sure didn’t get a lot of that this holiday. I’ll just be honest my stocking is a little bit unstuffed. Disappointing, I know. My tree is still up. My lights are still lit. In fact, I plan on keeping this noble fur that was 100+ dollars at freaking Home Depot, Erected for the full 12 days of Christmas. So please, Mr. Eddie elf, Christmas is still hanging on at my house, and I’m still your biggest fan Eddie elf. You’re the best!
Love,
Jo
(See my blog entitled Eddy Elf for the origins of him, I recommend picking up an Eddie Elf of your own, asap! )
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