The Most Wonderful Time

Well, it’s that time of the year again. The time when all the shopping madness screeches to a jarring halt and all the stores close (except for 7-11, the movie theatres, and even the Oak Bay Recreation Centre—forget what you heard about Victoria being a sleeper of a town), the time when families gather around the tree and open gifts (cross your fingers for a PJ Sparkle doll!), and the time when people like me sit down and blog…



In years past, I got into the festive spirit by fervently trying to stay awake for midnight on Christmas Eve. And no… I wasn’t waiting for Santa. Nope—I had been told that my cats would be able to talk to each other for only one minute on that one night of the year, but alas… my fourteen five-year old self could never muster up enough energy to stay up that late. Sadly, now that really late nights have become the norm for me on Christmas Eve, I don’t have any cats! Oh, that dratted scientific method… always needing to keep variables constant. Now I’ll never know the truth! (insert teen-angst-inspired sound here—I prefer a pre-teen whine à la Stephanie Tanner—how rude!).



Anyway, this year, Marty and I got into the festive spirit by… buying gym memberships. Not wanting to be lumped into the stampede of people working out come the new year (curse those pesky resolutions!), we decided to purchase our memberships a week early and make it seem like we’ve been sweating it out all along. Hey, I didn’t get two university degrees for nothin’… So our first workout was today. Twenty minutes on a cardio machine later, we decided we deserved a Christmas-sized bottle of Bailey’s, and the rest is history. Ten bucks says we’ll hear the cats talk—or even sing—tonight! Meow, meow, meow!


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