When you strip away all the horrible gluttony, alcoholism, and forced family time, at least you know deep down that God was made man on this day.
As usual I will no doubt be contemplating this mystery at some point over the holiday season, lying bloated and groaning in an alcoholic haze trying to avoid certain members of my extended family.
Goodwill to all men!
<hr width=100% size=1>Nickel
Being paranoid simply means - having all the facts.
For me the best bit has been breaking the news to all the grandchildren
that dearheart has decreed that the allotted cash for each of them is to
be given to charity.
Even better is the fact that they are to choose the charity!
You should hear the grumbles.
Regards Briani
I enjoy shopping for the family, the presents, and seeing the faces when they open them.
But really, for me it is waiting for the end of a ridiculous season when we are expected to be nice to 'family' who we haven't seen since last year, to eat and drink unnecessarily large amounts, spend far too much, and even worse, not be able to go sailing. 'It's too cold/wet/windy/I'm too sloshed'- you know the thing. Role on the spring, I say!
Bah, humbug, you could say!/forums/images/icons/smile.gif
I like it when Santa comes, he comes down the chimney and leaves presents for us all, Rudolph nibbles the carrot, Santa has a mince pie and a glass of port and then carries on .. I acshully think he's Gandalf the rest of the year and the hobbits pretend to be elves.