It’s Christmas Eve, I have a bent tree, and I’m pretty sure Sven has been shadowing me. I catch glimpses of him at the mall, the Christmas dinner parties. He showed up for my flu shot fer cryin’ out loud! And, I’m pretty sure that was him lurking in the back row of the theater during The Golden Compass. He wants to know why I haven’t been to the mat? And, where IS my missing word count??

I have a plan. Sven has a weakness. I know. I know. It’s hard to believe looking at those steely eyes and that buff body. But, he does. Yep. Sugar Cookies and Miracle on 34th Street — the original black & white. Sven’s a purist, after all!

So, if he shows up today — the big ol’ Christmas sap — while I’m wrapping the last of the stocking stuffers…baking those brownies, I’ve set a plate of cookies with a glass of milk and the DVD on the fireplace. ‘Course, he could just send a Sven-Thug out to find me. Hoo boy!

Elen