What is the best thing about
Christmas?
Some say it’s the special time you
spend with your family, some say it’s celebrating the birth of the saviour of
the world, and yet others say it is showing your loved ones you care.
I say bollocks to that.
I say tis the season to be self-indulgent.
Consequently I am now sitting on
the couch in my jimmy jams (pyjamas), surrounded by liqueur chocolates, eating a
selection of party food from the freezer and watching a Christmas cooking
program that I intend to try and emulate when that now stuffed and roasted
turkey jumps off the plate and does a salsa on the frozen surfaces of hell.
And I am NOT sharing my food with
anyone else or having it stolen from my plate by a miniature person who is
perfectly capable of feeding herself but prefers her handmaiden to serve her to
the accompaniment of the ear-piercing whine of "mummy do it, mummy do
it" which is actually a legal form of torture under the Geneva Convention
(oh yes it its - I've looked it up).
The best thing about
Christmas? Pretending to be single and
childless.
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