christmas day:
up late hanging out with my friends and debating inexhaustable topics, fun. one of those times that it is very fun and relieving to have the friends that i do. everyone is asleep waitng to awaken and ransack the tree to find what surprises lurk in the many folds of paper and ribbons that adorn the cardboard capsules, to tell the truth i am a little excited for the morning, it always summons nostalgic memories of fantasies from my childhood, imagining that this obese fire hazard of an old man decked out in a red suit with fluffy white bondage wrapping around his abdominal region, an area in which you aren't sure if it is a result of gluttonous, glandular, intoxication or a simple case of legendary mandatory robustuous dispositions. ligthly sprinkled with soot and chard wood bits, he enters and indulges in his nocturnal habits of cookies, milk, and the taking advantage of the rudimentary laws of some such misletoes(which a certain song has insinuated)with the lady of the house, and after being satiated he will deposit these gifts underneath a brightly decorated(optional) pine with little blinking lights. so once payment is made for hospitable accomodations with food, drink and tail, he scurries back up the shaft and scoots off on a aerial toboggan powered by a supernatural form of caribou and continue onto the next restfully sleeping household to enjoy more food, drink and wife. so we wake and find a horde of compensation, the little children are exasperatingly rambuncious while tearing these parcels to shreds, while the mother is overly content and even up much earlier than usual!? ahhh christmas, may it be merry and as surpising as we can make it and i don't know about you but the whole story about this present distributing prowler and sexual deviant, but it must have been thought up by a very imaginable homunculi. hopefully or we are more screwed up than we may have believed.