When you bought that egg timer with a smiley face for your nan...
You killed christmas.
Its not even worth a capital letter any more. Its not even chrismas, its xmas. Christmas doesnt like that.
When you wrapped up a cuddly toy, hastily bought from a shell garage with screwed up fuel tokens on the 24th and slid it under the dead brown tree for your missus... you killed christmas.
Christmas will come back. It wont be pretty.
When you whistle along fuckwittedly to noddy hairy holder on the 6th of decemeber, christmas knows.
Santa claus is real. He's just dead.
and one day. he WILL come back down your chimmney.
Still twitching and very much alive.
You killed christmas.
Its not even worth a capital letter any more. Its not even chrismas, its xmas. Christmas doesnt like that.
When you wrapped up a cuddly toy, hastily bought from a shell garage with screwed up fuel tokens on the 24th and slid it under the dead brown tree for your missus... you killed christmas.
Christmas will come back. It wont be pretty.
When you whistle along fuckwittedly to noddy hairy holder on the 6th of decemeber, christmas knows.
Santa claus is real. He's just dead.
and one day. he WILL come back down your chimmney.
Still twitching and very much alive.
on December 14, 2009, 9:32 pm