The day passed in an orgy of rampant wrapper-shredding consumerism, bickering and gluttony; followed by the inevitable post-frenzy afternoon slump and oppressively huge clean-up operations. Without which it just wouldn't be Christmas.
Sunday, 25 December 2011
Crap Santa
Oh dear. Great disappointment this morning - although an enormous amount of presents had been left under the tree, Father Christmas somehow forgot to eat the provisions specially left out for him and the reindeer. Difficult to explain this to the children's satisfaction, but a strongly-worded email to the North Pole has been promised.
The day passed in an orgy of rampant wrapper-shredding consumerism, bickering and gluttony; followed by the inevitable post-frenzy afternoon slump and oppressively huge clean-up operations. Without which it just wouldn't be Christmas.
The day passed in an orgy of rampant wrapper-shredding consumerism, bickering and gluttony; followed by the inevitable post-frenzy afternoon slump and oppressively huge clean-up operations. Without which it just wouldn't be Christmas.
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