Shining ghosts from Christmas past

I was looking in the mirror brushing my hair this morning and what do I see? Smiling at me, all sparkly and pretty and winking at me like "YooHoo remember me?? Remember what fun we had when I jumped out of my bottle and stuck like krazy glue to the table no matter how much you scrubbed and cursed?"
A piece of glitter.
$#&$ glitter.
It was one tiny square on my face, right below my hair line. Im glad I caught it when I did, because I am fairly certain it had already called upon 40 of his closest friends and they were on their way over to line up there and form a beautiful glittery "L" on my forehead.
%&#$ glitter.