Finally christmas is over. Its traditional at home to open presents on christmas eve at midnite. The whole year has been tough on all of us. none of us were in the christmas spirits. But cyrus the virus was very keen to have a tree this year, fortunately we are aware of his uncontrolable little hands and feet. Since there was no tree, on the 24th we decided to at least make the house christmas like. At 3pm we started cleaning up the whole house, clearing up the storage and putting up decoration. finally by 9pm we were done. We sat down with a bottle of wine waited for our pizza I made a gift table and layed out the gifts. 1hr 1/2 later still no pizza. the wine was getting to me on an empty stomach. By 11pm dinner was done, and soon cyrus was itching to open up his gifts. as always he opens all his gifts first, he started....next...next...next there was no end, all the gifts were for him. There were 2 tables and both were filled with his gifts!
Every christmas since we have had cyrus, I think abt christmas when I was young. Not so pleasent. My brother and I never got anything...NOTHING! My brother was the eldest among the cousins. I used to atleast get hand me downs from a cousin who was 4 years older than me, the good thing was she was just alittle taller than me but the bad news was she was a FAT bitch. So there I was for many dreadful growing years skinny and short with huge clothes. You may ask why didnt my mom aleast got the clothes altered...well...the answer is...thats just my mom.
There was 1 year i will never forget the only decent looking clothes I had was this long denim skirt and an ugliest black and white checkered shirt which was too big so I had to fold the sleeves so much it looked like i bandaged my elbows, The skirt was soo long i had to fold it on the top and wear a big belt on it so it doesnt fall off. I was forced to go for a christmas party looking like that and we still had to buy the host a gift, so my mom and dad had to squeeze every penny to get one! Its already bad enough to have crapy christmas every year while growing up, why force us to go to people's house to embaress us further. I blame those idiotic relatives who go on saying "If you dont come for christmas this year with your kids I will never talk to you again" or the best one was " You disrespect me by not excepting my invitation." I cant believe my folks aways fell for that shit.And all I wished for christmas every year was to say..."oh fuck a christmas tree you old fart!!" To all those realtives who just wanted to show off how well off they are. Well actually I finally did and we stopped recieving invitations...HO HO HO!
Before you go sobbing and shit wait...I did finally start liking christmas, when I started drinking. HO HO HO Sweet Mother of alcohol....Friends....This was the first time I enjoyed christmas. christmas meant more when I had friends with me getting drunk in a club. Loud ear drum bursting music and loads of drinks and all you bring to the party is yourself, and the dress code is a T-shirt and torn pair of old jeans and you have a blast! Thats what I call Christmas.
So the moral of the story is...Its not abt the new clothes you get or the gifts. Not abt the new furniture you got for christmas. Its not abt the having a christmas party to show off to your relatives and friends. Its Abt Sharing.........the alcohol!
HO HO HO
M.T
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