Christmas...

Aaaahh. Christmas time. I don't think I can imagine any better time of year. I like to call it the “Saint Season” because everybody is nice to each other. (mostly because they just want a gift from you) and you gotta love the little fat man that breaks into your house every year and watches you all day every day.. and sees you when you sleep... he he... I'm starting to think that Santa's a stalker...

anyway. A great part of Christmas is the food. You can be fat and no one can call you it because they are eating lots and being fat too! (also because that would be a bit horrible and they wont get a present out of you). Speaking of food and presents I would like to share a warm hearted Christmas tale with you. Because it is a real life story. Every Christmas my dad will cook a fabulous meal. So I thought I would get him a wooden spoon for Christmas that he could use in the kitchen it had “king of the Christmas kitchen” engraved on it. I was very proud. when he opened it he was not a happy turkey. He exclaimed “ARE YOU IMPLYING I AM A SH*T STURER? A BENT SH*T STURER!!” He threw the wooden spoon at me.. no I'm just kidding. He started laughing so hard that I thought I would have to do some medical thing I cant pronounce (respiratory something like that..) he didn't use the spoon in the end which was sad. But he framed it so that's cool!

You know that weird kid that is so Christmassy in July or something singing carols and putting tinsel on everything and everyone? Yeah? That's me. I'm the weird kid. THAT'S RIGHT I'VE COME OUT OF THE CLOSET MOM! I have finally admitted my Christmas addiction.

Is it just me who goes around the school putting tinsel on everything? Just me? I expected there to be a couple more people.. HEY! YOU! YES YOU! I bet you do it too... Don't deny it! I see you there..

People always ask me. What's your favourite carol? And every year I tell them. Silent night because when you sing it at doors, people don't wanna get depressed and slit their wrists with candy canes, so they throw money at you and slam the door. * sigh *

tricks to tell the grand kids.

Now that I think of it I am meant to be writing a story.. oh well! You got a pretty good chuckle out of it didn't you? ( I hope you did or now its gonna be awkward!)

Well I guess I'll be off! And I know you are probably really sick of hearing this by now but I'm gonna say it anyway!

Merry Christmas you old fart!