I Am The King Of Christmas
byI don’t claim to have been much of an expert of the fairer sex when I was a young man, but I’m pretty sure I remember something about how desirable being swept off your feet and carried off to a fairytale castle was.
I don’t claim to have been much of an expert of the fairer sex when I was a young man, but I’m pretty sure I remember something about how desirable being swept off your feet and carried off to a fairytale castle was.
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Correct me if I’m wrong but I think it used to be a lot easier to buy Christmas presents for people. And I don’t mean five decades ago: I mean more like five years. LOVE what we did here.
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I have two very good reasons for posting this – neither is to skite we had a ride in a limo.
I am notoriously bad at picking presents for the kids. I have been for twenty four years now. But every couple of years I need to test the water to see if I’ve improved.
“About tomorrow,” Tracey told me when we were crawling into bed last night. “I haven’t organized anything.”
I’ve always been a little short sighted. Thanks to my latest effort that’s only going to get worse.
We were headed for the supermarket to buy my wife a birthday present. That ‘husband of the year’ trophy is in the bag.
“It’s Grace’s birthday tomorrow!” It was indeed. A point Miss10 had been ramming down our throats with all the sickly, nauseating, annoying repetition of a vinyl record with a scratch just on the bit where they start barking on Who Let The Dogs Out.
If you’ll bare with me, I have a confession to make. You know those paintings and pictures the kids bring home which fill the house and clutter the walls? I’ve never really seen the attraction. I only ever see mess.
I can only guess what must have been going through the mind of Miss9 when she cast an eye over my Fathers Day gift.