All I want for Christmas is you…and a credit card with a high limit.

While I’m hard at work on a new post–or maybe it’s a chapter of my book...please enjoy the musical interlude.


It’s a dedication–of sorts–to the physical representation of the disembodied voice of my tugboat man. And while the lyrics might say, “all I want for Christmas is you” and that IS true in an existential way, it’s not the only thing I want for Christmas/Hannukah. Yes, I did get my Chanel Grand Shopper Tote, I mean, I could hardly represent my hood without it. Yo. But now I need the matching wallet. And although the GST is a roomy, serviceable day bag, I still very much need the 2.55 with the gold chain for all of my sparkling evening events. Which right now is zero, but once Tina Fey realizes that I am going to be her most prolific, witty, banter filled writing and producing partner, then I’ll be showing up at all the MAJOR parties. Maybe, just maybe, if I’m very, very good, I’ll be able to negotiate with my tugboat miser man and work out a mutually satisfactory deal, if ya know where I’m going with that. Wink. Wink.

P.S. And if you’re thinking to yourself…well, try this…imagine me imagining you with a thought bubble, “Is she really this shallow?” and maybe you’re getting a bad taste in your mouth about this whole “enchanted” person and her apparent obsession with Chanel and shopping, what if I was just a really good writer–but I’m a seventy-year-old MAN–or what if I was really the mariner, and I’m the one on a tugboat, and I have a scruffy blondish/silvery beard and all the boy parts and this is my secret persona–WHAT THEN, huh? Paradigm shift? Could be, ya never know…


24 thoughts on “All I want for Christmas is you…and a credit card with a high limit.

    • IJS? you and your acronyms, do I have to google that or reveal my lack of intelligence to you? Give me a break, I’ve been scrubbing toilets. (my own, although wouldn’t it be funny if I had a cleaning service that supported my chanel habit? hee her) Pretty soon you’ll tell me you suffer from IBS. or is that another chanel?

      On Sat, Dec 8, 2012 at 1:11 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo


  1. A deep woman just sometimes needs to be shallow. She’d go nuts otherwise. And you could be the Tugboat man with a beard and the man parts, but men don’t dote on their kids the way you do. Only mothers. 😉 And I mean that in the very best way.


    • Ahh, you are very smart, Mrs. Fur. One man’s dote is another man’s obsess, or as my son says (s)mother. Yup, I was just playing around. I mean I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to have those “things”–but not really. Happy Hannukah and enjoy your pretty tree!

      On Sat, Dec 8, 2012 at 2:43 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo


    • Righhttt…uh, I have a propeller and a very powerful little motor, and nope, not the tug! I can shapeshift but I’m not a very good swimmer, so I wouldn’t do well in water. Maybe YOU’RE the tugboat!

      On Sat, Dec 8, 2012 at 5:22 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo


  2. You are not going to believe this, but it took me until now to come back to you since I first saw this this afternoon.I had just told the mister that I had “All I Want For Christmas Is You” stuck in my head. I walked over, checked the email and ,since yours are one of the first I always open, after I commented on the other one,I saw the title here and ran! I felt safe, but nooooo…now the song is stuck in my head again! Thanks a lot!


    • I can feel your pain, i’t stuck in my head too! Maybe that’s why I ended up choosing that song, I’ve been hearing it a lot lately, I think a business is using it in their commercial or something. Sorry!! La la all I want for Chiristmas is youuuu”

      On Sat, Dec 8, 2012 at 10:00 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo


  3. Uh-oh, you Chanel me Prada, well we are not shallow just women that like purty things 🙂
    Thanks for the 7am music reel in my head now..


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