Christmas is “official” as soon as the glitter comes home from work. 
😉
A slightly naughty Florist’s poem….
“My heart’s all a’twitter
now that there’s glitter.
It’s in my eyes,
hell, between my thighs,
it’s even under my Ta-tas.
When I disrobe at night
what a sparkly sight,
I’m feeling like Lady Gaga.
And OH! I’m getting fitter
because his hands a’flitter,
it makes my man want to Boogie Cha-Cha!”
