Okay, so it was Thursday night and I’m re-writing and the TV is on.
The phone rings and for the umpteenth time someone dares to ask me what I’d like for the holidays... and we all have our stock polite answers like: “Oh, I dunno, maybe peace on Earth?” or maybe I brushed them gently away with “It’s the thought that counts...” and right then on-screen: Simon Baker takes his suit jacket off and turns away from the camera and I think “Oh that’s just lovely, I’d so like to reach out and grab that.”
But No... I didn’t add that to my “list”...
So, Okay, here’s your chance:
What would you really like for the holidays? hmm?
I won’t tell, if you don’t =)
The phone rings and for the umpteenth time someone dares to ask me what I’d like for the holidays... and we all have our stock polite answers like: “Oh, I dunno, maybe peace on Earth?” or maybe I brushed them gently away with “It’s the thought that counts...” and right then on-screen: Simon Baker takes his suit jacket off and turns away from the camera and I think “Oh that’s just lovely, I’d so like to reach out and grab that.”
But No... I didn’t add that to my “list”...
So, Okay, here’s your chance:
What would you really like for the holidays? hmm?
I won’t tell, if you don’t =)
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