Wednesday, December 16, 2009
It's Christmas time, there's need to be afraid.
5+1 is 6
Clichés + It’s good to mock do not get on.
Smalltalk + IGTM do not get on.
I’m not sure why but lately we’re becoming grumpy little mockers. Things that never bothered us before are are starting to bother the bejaysus out of us. It could be listening to people who use clichés. It could be listening to people use small talk. It could be merely listening to people or maybe it’s Christmas.
It was about 51 weeks ago since Grandma got run over by a reindeer and I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus. At the same time, Santa looked a lot like Daddy and Daddy looked a lot like him. I think it all goes back to my childhood, when I woke up one late Christmas Eve to see someone who looked a lot like Daddy kissing Santa Claus after running over Daddy’s Mother on a reindeer. At the same time, out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed 8 Budweiser Clydesdale Horses being run over by a train of brightly lit Coca~Cola trucks to the sound of “Holidays are coming, holidays are coming”. It was precisely at this moment, I noticed my now traumatised Niece looking out her window at all this chaos saying “Santy” in a whimpering muffled voice. Maybe I could be blowing this out of all proportion but then again, I’m not one to over exaggerate! Bill Y