The Spirit of Christmas

I miss my imaginary Johnny ...
Yes - I am a silly bird who has a totally invented Johnny who acts and looks much like the real life Johnny Depp. But he is called Johnny Sweets and is my commonlaw husband - live in mate - or what ever you'll call it.
He's the love of my life any which way! But all in my imagination, that is.
But I still don't have him by my side just now.
O.K. I can see the more level headed among you shaking said levelheaded heads and grumbling "Why don't you just imagine he's right beside you and then you could be quiet so the next person can start tell a better story?"
And yes - well ... One should suppose I just could do that. But when I asked if we could try and live together - some nine years ago now - I stipulated that my sweet Johnny Sweets was free to come and go as he pleases - also leave me and find another to love and live with. Or live by himself if he so prefers ...
He *o*
Just now I sit here being a little bit worried ... You see - we had an arguement. Couldn't quite seem to stop yelling at each other for some reason ... So suddenly Johnny's up, grapping his coat and hat and telling me he'ld be at the public library if I want him for something! BYE! And off he went and slammed the door.
But of course I want him. For something too -o*
... I really think he's been gone for hours - or it feels like that at least *blushes shyly * - why haven't he come home yet? If he doesn't come soon I'll go look for him! Also because there's people out there who will like to get him ...
Oh, no, I don't mean the Headless Horseman - he love Johnny - erm, Ichabod - for giving him his head back - or Lefty and the other mobsters.
Lefty for his part has firmly decided it wasn't Johnny's fault what happened in Donnie Brasco. Where as same Mr. Ruggiero - Lefty, that is - would love to have a 'talk' with the author and director of that movie! It must be those guys who have had a bad influence on his sweet little boy so he went and 'sang' to the FBI! ... poor Lefty - he has the 'bug' too *O* Is ready to excuse what ever Johnny says or does - he *o*
On the other chicken wing - hand - at Halloween a certain little troll girl all of eleven years old named Hyacinth asked very seriously if I might care to trade ... She had - here she poured out the contents of her bag on the kitchen table and started counting - ... seven lollipops, fifteen bon bons (... he *o* Not the one and only Bon Bon. The regulare kind *O* ) three chocolate bars, eighteen piece of different kind of liquorice, twentyfive toffees - mostly chocolate - and in general quite a fair amount of candy.
Which she was quite ready to trade for Johnny who she thought must be much sweeter than her whole Halloween-loot.
I just sat there with my mouth hanging open and couldn't quite find an answer. I mean; I couldn't just scream the red hot "NO!" that flashed on the screen in my brain - she was only eleven, after all ...
Luckily for us all Johnny had heard the whole thing without seeming to and came over and kissing Hyacinth on the forehead said "How sweet an idea, little one. But you know you can't buy and sell persons ... How would you feel if anybody came over and wanted to buy your ... mother for instance from your father, your siblings and you?"
Hyacinth thought a bit about that. Then asked me - also quite seriously "Could I buy one more hug?"
She got it for free *o*
But I am not sure she fully understood why both Johnny and me started to giggle almost hysterically. Then again we are both grown-ups and humans so we are practically from another planet seen from the point of view of a little troll that age *O*
You can see though that with such an attractive charming guy I have to be somewhat watchful. The next might not come asking but just run away with .. my baby boy?
I think he's home now *o* Yes, there he is *O*
Thank you for listening to me while I was waiting *o*
Hi, Johnny *kisses and hugs said guy * Let's move on to the real story *O*