Well, I have no detailed, meaningful Christmas stories to share. Although, there’s this one that I could share. Could I? Yeah, I can.
It twas Christmas day and all was swell
I mean everything was going good and all that shit.
We were sitting by the tree, huddled by a fire
It was soooo lit.
Sipping hot coco
I liked to call it cocane, only because coco and candy canes mixed together is cocane. Catch my drift, no? Okay.
Singing Christmas songs
“Hey Alexa! Drop a sick beat! There was prancer and blitzen and all the other ones that turned up, BUT DO YOU RECALL!? *ba boom ching* THE MOST FAMOUS REINDEER OF ALL!?*ddyhddjbzaeukncrijvd ching*”
Sadly we found out that the goose eggs had not been boiled safely.
And opening presents with a warm smile
“BUT MOMMY! I DIDN’T WANT THIS!!!” *excessive sobbing*
But what was most important was that when we were opening presents apparently my grandma had put the wrong names on some of the tags.
So imagine our surprise when uncle Bryce pulls out some pink lingerie.
Merry Christmas, and everything else. I am so sorry I cannot spell. I was not even going to try to attempt spelling them, just so you know I acknowledge y’all non Christmas-ers.
Well anyways, happy holidays!