My Dears I am feeling absolutely “Divine”
these days what with Christmas and all.
At the Palais Royal- just on the outskirts
of town, we have several trees all decked in the brightest of trimmings. Even
Roger my Head Poolboy and his lovely Hubbie Xavier have a tree next to the
Indoor Pool all decorated with goggles, nose plugs and tiny Speedos. Up on top
they have crafted an angel wearing the face of Mr. Hugh Jackman.
I must say that is so sweet My Dears.
I really must.
Those two adorable, furry bears- at least
prior to their body trims, know how much your Royal Dame’s heart goes all a
flutter at the mere mention of Mr. Jackman’s name-let alone looking at his
adorable Aussie face.
Don’t you just adore the scent of fresh
bows of Cedar and Pine? I just had some B.C. Cedar shipped in from the West especially
for the Holidays. It looks so nice stuffed along the mantles and over top
doorways. It’s like living in a forest without the worry of having little
critters pooping on your Dame’s rugs.
The crystal is all polished and the silver
looks absolutely marvelous. Doris has been busy making sure everything looks
all sparkly here at the Palais because Holiday Visitors could drop by at any
minute.
They really could my Dears.
I Mean that.
I really do.
Oh but if you plan on dropping in, do call
ahead- won’t you?
Hedda my best girlfriend and I took a
stroll through the marvelous little Downtown recently to pick up a few little items.
We were thinking of zipping over to Paris for a weekend of shopping and looking
at the lights, however, we botha greed that anything that we could possibly
find in Paris was certainly available Downtown in your little burg. The shops
are looking quite festive and people are all smiles. My Dears I don’t know how
you little people do it. You barely have two matches to strike together and you
are all out there spending, spending , spending trying to make your dreary
little lives just a little more merry. Why if Darling little Mr. Dickens were
here today he would certainly have a sequel to his adorable tale of poor
folks-A Christmas Carol Too!
My Dears, Credit Cards were made so we
could avail ourselves of Air Miles and extra warranties on electronic equipment.
No Darlings, I didn’t read that in some exclusive little Trade Magazine, I
heard it from Rudy- my Chauffeur. Well the warranty part at least. I of
course use air miles whenever I can to save a few nickels. Yes Darlings-even
your Dameness can be frugal if the mood swing hits her!
Anyway, Rudy says when you people buy what
he calls “Big Ticket” items, you can charge it on your little cards and then if
the item becomes lost, stolen or breaks down, you Darlings can have it
replaced. Now, that is so cute. However, why you just
don’t just throw the object away and buy another is well beyond me.
I mean that My Dears.
I really do.
Oh Dear, look at the time. I am having a
new Christmas gown or two fitted and I must run. Your Dame must be prepared to
look her best at this Festive Time.
Oh, just before I close My Dears, it would
be appropriate to tell you little “Christmas Chipmunks” to be ever so careful
this Yuletide. No toasting the season and then jumping into your sweet little
Fords and Chevrolets to drive home and sleep it off. Also those cute little trees you purchase
from corner lots need water to keep them alive and fresh- unlike your Dameness
who just needs Smirnoff Vodka.
Well Darlings, Fah Lah Lah Lah Lah!
