Wednesday, December 24, 2014

A Curmudgeon's Christmas

Christmas gifts are like a tax on having a family. Not that having a family isn't taxing enough.

Hours of shopping in horrid weather, hours of wrapping, a small fortune spent - and for what? They rip them open in a few brief minutes and then run along to watch the television for the rest of the day.

Do the little dears actually like their gifts? You'll never know. Communication isn't their strong suit. Besides, they're too busy arguing to pay attention to an old fart like you or anything that you brought.

Next year, they can all go Scrooge themselves! Humbug!





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