I know it's not nearly Christmas. It's not nearly Christmas enough to think about presents or to buy cards or to find out whether I'm working or to make plans. It is near enough though to decide what the policy is going to be this year. In recent years I have been experimenting with not getting excited about Christmas. It has been a dismal failure. It has done little to reduce the misery of Christmas and has served only to eradicate the enjoyment of being excited for two months. This year I choose to be thrilled for two months and to cry with bitter disappointment for one day.

"It's funny, we always thought you'd be the one who did well." Cheers Grandma.
3 comments:
Ever notice how everyone's living room looked like that in the early-mid 80's at Xmas? Brilliant.
I'm so glad you said that. I was worried my mum was going to kick off - worrying about her house looking messy on the internet.
You got Kerplunk! That's not fair! Although I did get a Commodore 64 when I was three, but I preferred my furry dog-chair. My dad played with the computer.
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