It’s done, it’s over and the relief on my offsprings faces is more than apparent.
Santa has sodded back off to Lapland and is currently detoxing after consuming an almost deadly excessive mix of whiskey, beer, milk and cookies, mince pies, and biscuits all in one night and Rudolph is laid in the stable
It has not been the best of days,
We are ready for Christmas, the presents are wrapped, the turkey is waiting for its moment of glory and the chocolates are waiting to be scoffed.
I woke up this morning desperately ill, my hands were twitching, my brain rapidly racing, my feet were hop-ing and non lucid ideas were flowing through my head.
I wrote this post last year, but it is one of my favourites and as the festive season beckons I am giving it a fresh leash of life. To be fair he who help create them is liable to get the same Christmas gift this year, me wrapped in a bow – fully clothed – I am not trying to upset anyone, so I don’t think it really hurts to repeat my one and only Christmas post….
Let me know what you think….
Dear Santa,
How you doing old man?
Stressed I imagine? I have to say respect to you for still managing to ho, ho, ho
Twin girl is growing up too quickly, she adds on an inch a day, without heels, and her intelligent outlook on life means she refuses to be fobbed off with fantastical stories unless you ensure you have covered all the details so it passes the plausibility tes