Guess what? I am not going to complain about christmas for once. Nope. Not me, nosirreee. While I annually find the fake sentiment, the whole jolliness-on-demand bit, and ESPECIALLY the music painfully annoying, this year I have escaped all of it, thank you Little Miss Pandemic. Obviously the solution for me is to shut the door on Thanksgiving, burp, and then not open it again until Boxing Day.
I’m in a particularly good mood today because I had a crippling neckache for more than a week that finally settled down this morning, Saturn and Jupiter managed to align without raining down some kind of Aztec apocalypse (which would have been the definitive 2020 xmas present) AND…
So maybe I am jolly. What’s it to you?
Also, I’m afraid we may be putting too much pressure on 2021. All this talk about how “It can’t be as bad as 2020….” Those of us who grew up with a misbehaving older brother (god rest his delinquent little heart) know how annoying the demands that somehow we make up for their criminous behavior can be. So let’s just focus on being glad to have escaped 2020.
And now, Crixmas presents for all you, naughty or nice, I don’t care. Although I do have a pretty good idea which one is which:
Big beefy christmas.
Cowboy christmas for my dear niece Amber.
While I don’t like random tattoos like this (pick a damn design and stick with it) I am amused by that nipple that looks like it’s been chewed on like old christmas candy.
I always wanted a circular window. I think they’re cool.
Sandy Claus or horny old goat? You decide. A christmas present for Mikey.
I’m going to start including more men not flashing their bits, but who are worthy of admiration nevertheless.
And finishing off with another big ‘n beefy. It’s my xmas theme.