Here we are, Sweeties, on the final approach.
Not much longer now.
Christmas Day, minus 8 days.
Current status:
mad panic!!
mad panic!!
Why?
Well, in a few days time, we are throwing a party for 50+ people at home :)
Looking forward to it massively, though One feels tremendous responsibility when undertaking the Fostering of the Festive Feeling, for Folk Far from Home.
We all have to work a little extra hard at getting all Joy To The World & Frosty The Snowman.
Stands to reason when, daily, we must battle decidedly unMerry elements - blue skies, temperatures in the 20's (Celcius) and all this goddamn sunshine.
However, by hook or by crook, I am getting my Noel on and I'm taking every man jack of you down with me.
Also, we have, like, 3 glasses. The Maths are against Us.
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I do. I, seriously, LOVE Christmas.
There's so much to love.
But today, I only want to talk about ..........
There's so much to love.
But today, I only want to talk about ..........
The Tree
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| Doesn't everyone have a Christmas Sea Monkey? |
The Tree is plastic. There. I said it.
Built and decorated complete with Family Tension.
The Tension is de rigeur & as much part of Christmas as eating mincepies in the morning throughout December & running out of sticky tape on Christmas Eve with a mountain of presents STILL to wrap.
Also, there is only tension because He, The Big Boy of The House, does it all wrong.
He is a Christmas luddite.
Who, WHO, puts the tinsel on first?
FIRST???!!!
I mean I ask you.
Christmas friggin' Caveman.
Built and decorated complete with Family Tension.
The Tension is de rigeur & as much part of Christmas as eating mincepies in the morning throughout December & running out of sticky tape on Christmas Eve with a mountain of presents STILL to wrap.
Also, there is only tension because He, The Big Boy of The House, does it all wrong.
He is a Christmas luddite.
Who, WHO, puts the tinsel on first?
FIRST???!!!
I mean I ask you.
Christmas friggin' Caveman.
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| Finally, we agreed. translation: I did it |
In any event, I love plastic and, spare me the gushings about the smell, blah blah blah.
As a kid, the tree was always plastic, so Arôme Arbre de Noel Plastique is a very exciting, happy one for me.
As a kid, the tree was always plastic, so Arôme Arbre de Noel Plastique is a very exciting, happy one for me.
Further, no pathetic tree corpse will be lying outside our house in early January. Discarded.
We don't need you now, get out.
No one wants your smell in January.
In January, Tree, you stink.
We don't need you now, get out.
No one wants your smell in January.
In January, Tree, you stink.
How do you people live with yourselves?!
Come the Resurrection of Christmas Trees Past, I tell you, I am in the clear.
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Also, there's something else.
If we have a real one, the dogs would wee on it.
If we have a real one, the dogs would wee on it.
So you see? The Christmas miracle has come early. Day 16 and Tree has NOT been soiled. Yet.
This, Friends, is a PB for Ollie (The Stripy One).
Our very own Christmas Miracle.
This, Friends, is a PB for Ollie (The Stripy One).
Our very own Christmas Miracle.
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