Christmas is a wrap, like a Snuggie

So. Christmas is done. And if you know me, you know that every last Christmas and winter-themed decoration has already been packed away until next year. Because that's how I roll. This house is cluttered enough with the six of us, so at the very least, I will de-clutter whatever I can at the very first opportunity and since I can't very well get rid of the shortlings, the decor goes.

Gifts. My kids, they got a bunch of 'em. Of course, they got a few things they put in their letters to Santa, but not all. The puppy will have to wait, as will their requested individual laptops. As if. Good grief, I didn't get my first laptop until -- last year!

But the three younger boys got their DSIs and Tommy got his iPod Nano. And we are very broke to show for it all. But some things are worth it and they are, except on the days when I am forced to go around with earbuds in my ears as I listen to Toby Keith and Martina McBride and the likes of them sing loud enough to drown out their incessant whining.

Remember last year when the Snuggie was a comical joke? But God bless whoever invented that thing because this year, it was a very hot item. Santa even left a couple under our tree. And while Tommy was outside self-filming himself snowboarding with that cool iPod Nano he got, I tried on his Snuggie. And do you know what? I didn't want to take it off. It was that snuggie. Hence the name, I suppose.

Tommy didn't really go for the leopard print, and preferred the pink one, so the next day, I got him a pink one because the leopoard print Snuggie was fine for Yours Truly! And then yesterday, after the last box of ornaments was packed away, I went and lay down on my bed in that Snuggie and it was like I was paralyzed, but in a good way. I closed my eyes and Carrie Underwood and Jason Michael Carroll and Brooks & Dunn sang to me and I didn't move off my bed until a very long time.

So if you didn't get a Snuggie, well, you should. I'm just sayin'.

Don't ask. He likes to wear it backwards.