December is here! Finally! Time to stop whining about how the shops have been decorating since October – time to stop beating them, and join them.
My mum collects nativities (yes, really) and has one in every single room in the house, including the toilet. Not counting the ones hanging on the Christmas tree, there’s at least half a dozen in the living room alone.
So I have a small tribute to her in the bathroom this year.
We don’t technically have a tree, but we make do (the first is a cat in a stocking).
I will be writing another sarcastic Christmas letter this year, and posting it on Christmas Day (or very close to it).
In the meantime, go thee and get kitch. Spend too much, eat too much, and wonder why, at 28 years of age, I still can’t get to sleep on Christmas Eve.
From artobserved.com, a Biblical Rembrandt – an appropriate pirate pic (since I’m typing hastily as we’re about to have a massive storm. The wind has dropped to nothing, the sky is purple, and the clouds are rumbling – but the first drop hasn’t yet fallen).