Merry Bloody Christmas
Well, one more sleep until Christmas. Tonight someone will come and fill your stockings and while I’m hoping that it’s Santa Claus carrying that out, maybe it’s your husband/boyfriend/son trying on your clothes while you’re asleep. Either way when you wake up in the morning there’s a good chance that there’ll be presents waiting for you, along with a hangover and a bacon sandwich.
That’s what I’m hoping for anyway.
I hope that both of my readers enjoy their Chrimble offerings and that everyone has a good time with their families and friends. Christmas is about getting loads of presents that you don’t need, drinking too much, stuffing your faces full of under/over-cooked food and arguing among yourselves and don’t let anyone tell you that there’s a religious alternative.