Secret. Fucking. Santa.
Excuse the language, but really, I hate it. Those of you who know me will already be aware that Christmas is not my favourite time of year. I loathe Christmas songs, despise cold weather, don't like parsnips, and - in a very non-girly way - I don't actually enjoy shopping. At all.
But Secret Santa really takes the biscuit. I've been in my new job for less than a month, and the only information I know about the colleague whose name I drew randomly is - wait for it - he's fat. Not exactly a personality trait.
Still, this year, my Secret Santa will literally be taking the biscuit. Because as being fat is the only hobby of his that I know about, a tin of biscuits seems to fulfil that rather nicely.
4 comments:
Haha, me too.
You've reminded me that I am especially horrible around xmas-time but extra-nice the rest of the year round to compensate.
Merry fucking xmas
I have a confession. I hate New Year's Eve even more.
L x
But I thought you loved Christmas songs... don't you remember going caroling around our old neighbourhood... those poor people! I think your mum organised that.
Hmm, maybe that's why I hate Christmas...
L x
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