Woohoo, we made it to Friday and Christmas Eve is just one week away!
AND I’m not wearing my crabby pants today. They didn’t fit 
I wasn’t going to post, until I came across this poem from Jennifer at Baking’n'Books and it brought me a smile so I thought I’d repost it.
(She’s pretty awesome by the way!)
‘TWAS THE NIGHT AT THE SUPERMARKET
‘Twas the night at the Supermarket, when all through the store
Every creature was stirring, the food was the lore;
The vegetables were stocked by the fruits with tender care,
In hopes that the mad Foodies soon would be there;
The shelled peanuts were nestled all snug in their bins,
While visions of the Nut-Cracker danced in their heads;
And Mothers with their kids, and I all alone,
Took a glance at the crowds and gave a half-hearted moan.
When in the back aisle there arose such a clatter!,
I sprang from my spot to see what was the matter;
Away to the Bakery I flew like a flash,
Raced threw the crowds, in a mad dash.
Candy, chocolates, Turtles and pie,
Cans of pumpkin and filling all piled sky-high;
All the ingredients and items familiar by name,
Which chocolate chips and hummus tubs would I inevitably claim?
New product finds - edamame as a dip?,
Thick nestle lattes? Oh my! – I could see my future pants rip;
Peanut Butter, Almond, which would I choose?,
Oh heck, I’ll take them all – I’d have nothing to lose!
But alas, I had to leave, ere I drove out of sight,
With a “Merry Christmas” Shoppers, and my wallet – quite light!
