We Wish You a Merry Christmas ...

... so sorry ... I started the promised Part II of the last post several weeks ago but then got lost in the run up to Christmas and didn't get back to it. Let's call it done and gone for now and I will catch everyone up in the new year. 

It has been a whirlwind around here ... literally ... our usual November storm season waited a month to arrive. For the past two weeks we have seen wave after wave of rainy windstorms (some with 60-90 km winds) blow through - causing three power outages in the last ten days, the last one resulting in a rescheduling of the youngest munchkin's Christmas Concert and the postponement of several of the power requiring items on the Christmas to-do list.

To add to the fun, again the youngest, brought his best germy cold home to Gram and Grampa's ten days ago. We were initially thankful we only got a mild version of it. However, by the Sunday of last weekend, Frank's version had turned into a nasty hacking cough. For four days running he coughed constantly ... resulting in not much sleep for either of us and sadly he missed all the kids' Christmas concerts. And because he hasn't been well, there has been no spanky time or sexy time for several days. 

So here we are today ... four days to Christmas. By this morning, Frank was still coughing here and there but generally he was feeling a bit better. 

I was at the dining table, contemplating the pre Christmas chores of the day when Frank sat down beside me. I'm not a Grinchy Christmas hater but I have to admit I no longer look forward to the season like I once did.  I wasn't exactly in an enthusiastic mood ... 

"How are you doing?" ... he asked sitting sideways in the chair ... 

See sad faced me ... "Okaaay"

He swung my chair around to face him, pulling it and me in between his legs ... 

"Yeah???" ... his eyes searching my face ... "What's wrong, Babe? ... talk to me ... "

"Sigh!! ... I miss you when you're sick ... when you are, you're not yourself"

"Well I'm feeling better now ... what's up?"

I shrug ... "I don't know ... you know Christmas isn't my favourite time of year ..."

"Remind me again ... why is that?"

"I feel like sometime around the end of November, a to-do list starts that never ends until Christmas arrives ... I'm just tired"

He puts his hands on my cheeks, coming in for a kiss ... then sits back ... 

"Well I can fix that ... " 

... he reaches out and pulls me from my chair, heading toward the bedroom which is next to the kitchen, pushing me ahead of him. 

I am protesting, knowing exactly what he's got in mind, not sure that is the answer right now ... 

"Nooo, I don't feel like it" ... 

"Nope ... come on ... pants down" ... he settles on the bed, pulling a pillow toward him on the other side of his legs. I push my yoga pants down.

"All the way" he says, "to your ankles" ...

"Over you go" ... toppling me over his lap ... 

He's stroking my bum when, with a smile in his voice, he says ... "I think we need Rudolph Red ... what do you think?"

"Whaat!?" I protest again ... but he starts in on my bum with stinging hand spanks ... 

... and then he starts singing ... his spanks keeping time to the words (he has a good voice ... thank goodness!) 

... the spanky translation of his singing is ... 

Spank spank spanky spanky spank spank

Spank spank spanky spanky spank spank

Spank spank spanky spanky spank spank

Spanky spank spank spank spank!

No Rudolph Red was achieved but his sense of humour and silliness won me over ... hugs and kisses followed and I immediately felt better ... 

Only four more days to go 'til Christmas ... I will get there as I always do :>)) and I am very happy to have Frank back to his normal self - helping me get there!

Frank and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!