This here is the space into which I put some of the thoughts which have been gathering inside my head. Mostly mundane stuff as I am not that original

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I reckon now is the best time of the Christmas; all of the stuff is done/ the food, the fetching of relatives from the train station, the cleaning and even the eating is done. The dish is mostly put into the dishwasher, the Christmas wrappings are in a big plastic bag and the small children are sleeping.

Now is just the pleasant feeling of being among loved ones and watching TV. The feeling of not having to do anything in particular and the warmth of kindness and the contentment of being well fed.

Speaking of the gap toothed goth, she was always unpleasant to spend time with. We used to do that every Christmas, even though she and I kept our interactions to a minimum because we were incompatible. Once when we were young, before she was goth and gap toothed and when we were very young, maybe ten, she sat on the metallic bucket of cheese doodles and farted loudly, sound amplified by the bucket, just to make them inedible for the rest of us.

That sums her up pretty good, I think.