And I think I might find some wood and build a house... or maybe a boat... I don't know.

I am freaking exhausted. Tonight I finished my Christmas shopping, and spent a good four hours wrapping Christmas presents and writing Christmas cards. And that's only the cards for work people/Toronto people. I still have the St. Ratford contingent to deal with. Possible New Year's resolution: alientate some people so that I have fewer cards to write? Ha-ha.

But really, I was feeling warm and fuzzy for the many the person as I wrote their cards, wrapped their gifts, and tied on ribbons. I splurged a little today at Indigo on pretty paper, and ribbon, and sparkly snowman gift tags.

Christmas definitely brings out my inner perfectionist. Actually, it's not too hard to bring out the inner perfectionist. I am technically finished my Christmas shopping*, but after thinking about my mom's gift, I'm pretty sure it was all wrong. So, I've unwrapped the gift (carefully, so I can re-use bows and paper). Tomorrow I will go exchange it, rewrap it, and then it'll be perfect and I will be able to sleep easy.

I don't think I've ever been this on top of things though. I still have a couple of mixed CDs to make for a friend, plus finish knitting a mitten, but that is it.

I'm so on top of things that I've even gotten my required poem written for a friend's Christmas party on Saturday. There were three topics I could choose from, so I went with the one that spoke to me the most. So without further adieu, here's the only poetry I've written all year.

Santa Pooped in My Stocking: A Trifecta of Haikus by Christielli

On Christmas morning,
I checked my stocking first thing.
The stench was putrid.

You know how they say
If you are bad you get coal?
I got something worse.

Instead of keeping
This offensive, rank, foul gift
I sent it to John.**

I think I've posted haikus on my blog before (actually, that may have incited a haiku war if I remember correctly). Haiku is my poetry style of choice 'cuz it's all mathy with the 5/7/5 pattern.

3 more days of school left in 2008.

*I still have to buy my dad a gourmet jar of jelly beans from Shopper's, but they are heavy and I can buy them in St. Ratford so that's the last thing I will buy once I've arrived in the Rat.
**Host of party, who has a unique sense of humour and came up with the poetry topics. Usually Santa, or anyone, pooping is not mentioned on this blog.