...is money, profit and fiesting. And cursing ye 
grandpa for having you wait for your gift of 
$200. A great time to crawl upon family 
saying, "I want that, and that, and possibly this 
as well" and a neat excuse for eating yaself to 
heaven and back.
And it ain't "white" neither. It's summer here. 
Or something like it.

It's just a stinky day of stress. For kids, it's 
great. Walk in the woods until the angels were 
there to bring yer stuff, yeah, but that's why I 
try to refuse to be an adult (so badly so my 
mother wants me treated), cuz adults have a more 
boring view on it all. Not only christmas. 
Well, inevitable. Unless you got a boyfriend to 
drag you around over christmas markets and stuff. 
NOW I realize how great that must be. DAMN.

But now...
You hand your present to your mum, she hands the 
guarantee bill to you so you know until what date 
you can exchange your gift for something better, 
and you calculate how much of your X-Mas money is 
left. No more sitting under the tree ripping gift 
wrap.
That's what it's all about after all. And when 
then, the second-most important person in your 
life gets MISSING for days and nobody's able to 
contact him, X-Mas sucks yet more. Well, that's 
my individual problem, but it really sucks. I'm 
about to gift-wrap him a police officer to check 
on whether things are allright.

Here's what's left of the old times:


Well, at least our cats had their fun: 8 new toys 
(that DAMN deadwish dog already busted the best 
one), a huge turkey I can't eat whole...

-__-
Anna