It lacks a festive beat.
It's a ramble!
From a Munchkin
But it's quick.
It doesn't beat you with a stick.
It's a ramble,
Barely about Christmas!
So, the Christmas issue. I think that means I am supposed to discuss something festive. Haven't a clue what though. This year will be quite interesting actually, what with a tree appearing in my house for the first time and a big festive dinner party and relatives and stuff. What is probably most different about this year is the decorations. I have been well know for many years now as not the most festive. It is true that I have been known to say 'Humbug!' on occasions. And I don't have decorations. Never saw the point. I get bored with them very quickly and seeing them in the High Streets for over a month is more than enough for me.
But now there is someone else in my house. And she is somewhat more festive in her outlook. So we have a tree. And lights. And an angel on the top. It's even a real tree. With sap, cellulose and green bits that fall off. Also, much to her surprise, it has no root ball and so I doubt it will actually last to Twelfth Night. It's festive-tastic rightly.
There was a reason to get the tree though. And that was a dinner party for fifteen we had at the weekend there. Sounds awfully posh doesn't it? Well, considering the way I teleported from politely eating sprouts to rampant drunkenness it certainly was not. Toc put much superb effort in and the food was wonderful. We had a ten pint trifle. It may be quite hard for you to imagine what ten pints of trifle looks like. Suffice to say I could fit my head into the bowl, when empty, with ease. I think there is still five pints in the fridge. However, I got somewhat wired into the wine (a nice Australian Shiraz I believe) and, because I was helping dish up, did not eat as much as everyone else. Still I don't seem to have insulted anyone and nothing got broken so I will chalk it up as a success.
And on that successful note I shall end this waffle. Hopefully I shall return from the holidays refreshed and with something more witty to say. In the meantime have a good holiday of your choice and don't get too silly. That's my job and I'm a professional.
Next Time: New Year, New Socks.