Are y'all wrappers? I love to wrap Christmas gifts. I mean really wrap...I only use the occasional gift bag and that's simply when an item is all funky-shaped or is so large it requires an entire roll of paper. I ain't wasting my carefully selected and color-coordinated wrapping paper, folks.
So I wrap. I get all comfy cozy in my pajamas, pop in a Christmas DVD, have my coffee within reach, and spend hours making my gifts look fabulous. It's truly therapy for me. It's not a chore, nor do I begrudge having to do it. I look forward to several marathon gift wrapping sessions each December.
On Saturday, while the snow fell, I sat on the floor and wrapped--in my pajamas!--for about 5 hours. I laughed my way through my 146th viewing of Christmas Vacation, ("That there's an RV!"), Miracle On 34th Street (I still cry when Santa speaks to the little Dutch girl in her familiar language--and then they sing together! Oh, it gets me every time!), and one of my all-time favorite movies ever, White Christmas. I adore Bing Crosby & Danny Kaye, and Rosemary Clooney is one of the greatest vocalists in the history of recorded sound.
But my favorite part of White Christmas? Fawning over Vera-Ellen's Barbie-ish figure and glorious dancing abilities. Seriously, was her waist even 17-inches? When I was a little girl I realized Vera-Ellen was the closest thing I'd ever seen to a human being having Barbie's enviable figure...long, slender-but-shapely legs, that minuscule waist, perky boobs, and blonde hair. She. Rocks. My. World.
For those of you unfamiliar (and why are you unfamiliar with White Christmas, may I ask? It's stinking magnificent, people!), you must watch this short clip:
Oh wow, could she ever tear up the dance floor! I love watching this. It makes me feel so good about myself...while I wrap...with the snow blanketing my world...in my jammies...watching Christmas movies...and real, live Barbie dolls. Vintage Barbie, at that. Seriously y'all, it's therapy at its finest.