This will be one of the quietest Christmases ever *yay!*. I for one am pleased, as is my husband, son, cats and probably even Cyril The Grey Squirrel. Last year my mother was a right whingey old pain in the arse and decided to blame herself for my twatty brother's inability to read emails concerning his nephew's Christmas gift. She even turned on the waterworks in front of my husband when I went upstairs to get away from it all, which didn't endear him to her, that's for sure.
So ... a nice quiet time, no turkey, no stuffing and no frigging pigs in bleedin' blankets. I don't want or like any of that food anyway. Well, that's not strictly true as I do enjoy eating turkey, but not cooking a giant bird in my substandard oven for hours on end and then seeing my mother try and eat every single scrap of meat on it. Nice.
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