I think that most people that know me at all will know that I like christmas a lot. Probably a lot more than I should and I am the first to admit that I buy into the whole consumerism stuff. My argument is, that as long as I am aware of this I technically haven't sold out. The thing is I like the hype; not because I think the spirit of christmas is wrapped up in some over-priced paper but because even though every year most of the country moan about it, we still let ourselves spend hundreds of pounds on crap that would otherwise never get bought. I love the fact that every year my Nana buys me something purple and frilly that will sit on a shelf getting covered in dust because I know that at some point she will have thought that it was perfect for me.
This is why I don't understand the concept of wish lists.
Every year my dad emails me a list of stuff that my sisters and his wife would like, he then asks me to send him one too. This has now become a bit of an ongoing joke in my house because - as my mum pointed out - every year I reluctantly send a list and every year he never buys me anything from it.
So this year I have decided to send him a really good list of stuff, things that I really want - like the entire cast of High School Musical or a Bugatti Veyron. I'm hoping this will teach him a lesson about his life and me and about rubbish christmas presents - I mean come on I'm not asking for much all I ever wanted was a Mr Frosty, tight bastard..
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