Oh my!
I shouldn’t find this as funny as I do!
I have a great sketchy Santa story of my own, as told to me by my Mom. You see, I’m adopted and when I was very small the agency I was adopted through would host events for the kids they had placed (were we alumni? success stories? I’m not sure what to call us). One Christmas they had a party, and Santa came! Only Santa came in smelling like he had bathed in some sort of hard alcohol (come to think of it, I hope he hadn’t driven to the party). Well, this didn’t deter the tiny terror that was I. I thought Santa was awesome! Alcohol bath or not. So in one of our family photo albums there is a lovely picture of me giving Drunk Santa a kiss on the cheek. Next time I am home I shall have to find it and scan it… 
Oh boy
This has been quite a semester. I’ve been really, really busy with work, school and trying to have a social life. I’m looking forward to starting my vacation next Saturday. Perhaps I will finally have enough time to work on the lit review and thesis proposal.
