In Her Heart

After over a decade ov white Christmases, Bloggers, De Piggy doesn't mind them so much anymore--a bit ov spiked eggnog also helps da Dainty Pig to dodge Jack Frost for a moment. However, Jamaica is still mi heart's desire; so when yu drink up de island vibes, please take a sip for De Pig.
Ever done somefing that made yu question yourself? Yestry-day, someone was tellin me that she had no idea what gift to give one ov mi favourite in-laws. Now, purely by coincidence, I know exactly what that in-law wants--exactly which clutch purse in exactly which colour at exactly which outlet!--but ah offered the person a somewhat vague response about fings that ah know mi in-law might find genuinely appealin. Why didn't I tell the person about the specific clutch that topped mi in-laws wish list? Because I'M plannin to get it for mi in-law this weekend, and if ah recommended it to someone else, then I'd be stuck havin' to select a different gift at the last minute. As ah drove home last night, ah wondered about what I'd done: had De Piggy exhibited swine-like behaviour? Ah don't like the thought ov that--and this is such a simple thing . . . Ah fink that might have been a bit uncharitable, but ah don't want to overfink it; I was honest wif the person, I just didn't give MY idea . . .
Anyway, the lines at the toy-drive were long--good to see that charity brings us out in our numbers. The bins were overflowing wif brand-new unwrapped toys--people are used to takin the used ones to the Salvation Army instead. Every time ah see the Salvation solicitors ringin their bells, ah remember when Jen Keane-Dawes said, "Them love ring de bell inna people face like them a labourite!" It makes me smile, and then feel weird, and drop an extra coin in their buckets as if that compensates for the indelicate humour. 'Tis a tasty challenge to be da Dainty Pig. Have a good day, luv--and rememba to Kiss De Pig.