Well, let me tell ya, it was a….
Very Bedouin Christmas.
After packing a mega-monstrous suitcase and cramming that bad boy, along with a few totes of winter gear, into the back of our truck, the gypsies headed north… sans fancy trailer.
There we were, just two lonely saps driving along the cold, dark highway looking for a place to lay our greasy little heads with visions of Christmas-past filling our dulled conscious.
But, alas, we were blessed with Christmas miracle upon miracle when a bevy of charmingly charitable family and friends embraced us with hugs and hot meals, warm beds and soft pillows. And, harken to Santa on his sleigh, (but with a one-ton, B-A Rufolph) we meandered through our now very familiar 5,000-mile-loop:
Florida –> North Carolina –> Ohio –> Illinois –> Virginia –>North Carolina –> Florida.
How about a few shout outs:
Gale: For inviting us to share the Christmas message at Manor Care!
Amber and Adam: For the bestest holiday surprise!!
We love you all! Not only were you the ones who kept us warm on the chilly nights, but the givers of the gifts we still hold in our hearts.
Now, in true, Honey-Jayne spirit, I’ve fashioned a little ditty to summarize our five week-Bedouin Holiday. (Of course, sung to the Twelve Days of Christmas.)
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Twelve-plus hours to Chi-town,
Eleven gallons of Starbucks,
Ten separate Santas,
Nine days of darkness,
Eight Days of FOX news,
Seven Honey-Ham hunks,
Six seconds of sunshine,
Four perfumed pillows,
Three close calls,
Two new truck tires
And A Bedouin Christmas filled with family and friends!
Amen and goodnight!