Naughty or Nice? Book Tag
3:48 PMYou know how Santa sees you when you're sleeping, knows when you're awake? And how he knows if you've been bad or good? Santa knows when you don't finish your TBR pile in time or delay your scheduled bookish events. So, be good for goodness sake.
I have it on good authority because, if I'm being honest with you guys, I have a bromance going on with Mrs. Claus 'cos her name is also Jessica. And she told me over a glass of chocolate wine and gingerbread cookies last night that we're all likely on the naughty list, considering how badly we're slacking.
Oh, I'm surprised you guys read that far? I was mostly just talking out of my arse and kudos to you for making it this far. I had no idea where I was going with that introduction and I'm sure you didn't either. Really, I'm not smart enough to plan things and I don't seem to have enough motivation to fully improvise... whatever that was?
So, a few days, or weeks, or months, it's hard to remember, ago I was scrolling through the darling queen of wit, cake and pummeling you down with emotions (aka the Queen of book blogging herself over at Paper Fury) and stumbled upon her contribution to this tag. And I was like, OH! I must do this.
(This is kind of common. I always want to do All Things but never do because, who knows.)
Obviously I didn't get to it very quickly but the important thing is I got here in the end, right? I think so, anyways. It's one of those rare occasions where I'm like, yes, self, I agree with you 100%. Which is wonderful because it saves me a headache.
According to a very wise t-shirt I once owned when I was 13 years old, from Abercrombie and Fitch, ugh, I am a "Naughty Little Elf" which is strangely fitting now that I think about it. I mean, it was totally inappropriate back in the day but I also had purple hair and basically dunked my face into a bucket of glitter every morning.
You can't trust me now, but you could trust me even less then. I'll let you be the judge of that but, I'll be real with you guys, I would walk the other way if I saw me coming around the corner.
After reading everyone's answers in this tag--the ones that I could get my paws all over, anyways--were so fun. I wanted to test that theory out for myself.
Am I still a Naughty Little Elf? Or am I an Absolutely Squeaky Clean Christmas Gnome? I just can't live with the suspense of it all anymore and need to know. (If someone knows what a Squeaky Clean Christmas Gnome even means, could you let me know? I'm beginning to think I have seven or twelve screws loose and haven't the faintest idea where that term even came from...)
It's TIME.
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