I’m not quite sure how, with 364 days to prepare, this household can spend half of Christmas Eve and most of Christmas morning (it’s coming up on 11:30) wrapping presents. Hi people! we won’t get to breakfast until dinner time at this rate, and I want my Champagne!
Also, from what I’ve glimpsed about the place, I’ve already received approximately half of my presents at Christmases past. Hi, thank you, but you gave me that book last year. I enjoyed it, thank you. But I do not need another copy. Does this make me ungrateful? I think it’s more about shaking my head at the fact that it’s a desperate grab for something to give, here, I need to have this much stuff to give to you, and never fucking mind if you want/like/need/already have it, I have a need to have this kind of Christmas, and give you this much stuff, so this is what you will get. Also spending three hours wrapping a bunch of stuff in a bunch of stuff that will be in a trash bag in approximately an hour is just…sad. There’s a value when it’s all sitting under the tree for a day or week or something, and you can admire it, but when there will be approximately 2 minutes between the last present going under and the first present being opened…not so much. And we don’t even care enough to take a photo.
Bleah. And wait till you see the slippers! >_<
Updated Christmas evening: Lots of stuff, only 7 repeat gifts, and the slippers, while beyond weird, are growing on me. :p
Oh and this whole WordPress thing where it thinks it knows the format I want better than I do? BITES. Fuckin styles can blow me.