All appearances to the contrary, I have not been drinking. The reindeer ear-thingy-antler-whatsits belong to The Neph … they play a Christmas medley and have flashing lights. I do believe, if used for an extended period of time (say, ten minutes) they could lead to suicide or climbing a clocktower … Why are they on my head? Because (a) they are shiny, and (b) it embarrassed The Neph and I have apparently reached the age where I enjoy embarrassing young people. Wow, it happened a lot sooner than I thought it would. The kid, to his credit, recovered quickly with “I think most of those presents must be for me. I have an instinct about these things, y’know.”
But I digress …
Christmas has been declared ‘on’ here … usually, we are a 25th December Christmas family but, due to a range of circumstances, tomorrow will be too busy to allow the usual present-delivery, wrapping-paper-destruction maelstrom that occurs Chez Slatter. So we did a Christmas eve demolition … loads of awesome presently goodness, including an AMAZING necklace from Second Brain and fab earrings from Housemate (which are typewriter keys from an old Remington) – photos to follow tomorrow when the flash doesn’t keep blinding me. Also included in the gravy boat of awesome were the following:
Proof, if of nothing else, that my family has known me for too long.
* My father and I always finish the sherry trifle for breakfast on Boxing Day. It’s just what we do. Let us have our traditions.