Ho Ho Ho

I can’t wait for Christmas. I’ve made up a Christmas list already –
I want all the versions of A Christmas Carol to be aired on TV, and want to see "It's a wonderful life" at least two or three times. And I want Swedish TV to co-ordinate their bulk-bought TV series so that the Christmas episodes are aired near Christmas, and not in the middle of a heat wave when you're busy trying to pick a bathing suit that says "Please don't roll me back into the water."

I want patience. November is usually spent figuring out what to buy/buying Christmas presents. By December first, I ask people to guess what they’re getting. If they don’t get it, I tell them by December second. Meaning that I have to give them their present the same day and or go out and buy new ones because otherwise the element of suprise kinda dissappears. I just can't help getting a little too excited.

Think I set a record with Andreas in mid-November this year:
“Guess what you’re getting for Christmas!”
“I don’t want to guess. I hate Christmas.”
“It’s a nightstand.”
“...Oh.”

So no nightstand. Just like Dan guessed his way out of owning this new kick ass snowboard game and a couple of tickets to the machine head concert that’s rolling round the bend. Bummer. But it still kinda does the trick, because when it’s the time of year when it’s the thought that counts, I’m good for a million. "Darnit! But all I say is it’s got wheels and that it rhymes with Borche' . Well. So much for that."

Then you just give everyone these really creepy presents you've made yourself because you're a cheap yet creative sod and they have to smile anyway. Ka-ching Ka-ching.