miracles do happen at christmas time

christmas was joyful.

i managed to fool santa once again this year and got myself some pretty nifty presents. was rather expecting the fat bastard to catch on, considering the amount of sordid deeds i had committed throughout the year. but instead of a bagful of coals, i'm now the recepient of some lovely gift vouchers as well as a pamper pack at a seaside spa resort - happy ending not included. i guess i'll have to pitch in the extra dollar or two.

as well as the sackful of presents were the three part feasts and gatherings with breakfast at mine, lunch at my brother's and dinner at my brother-in-law's. i ate so much that i had to have two naps to get me through: one before AND one after lunch.

this christmas was also more special than most since it was a firsts of many: the first time in a couple of years all of us celebrated together at home; the first time two families met each other; and the first time in which i wasn't the one to get absolutely "merry". see, miracles do happen at christmas time!

as for new year's eve, well, i'm not planning on anything too exciting. most likely, i'll be spending it at my brother-in-law's house, which often proves to be party central. i'm really hoping to get blindly drunk this year. been hitting the bottle since christmas eve and so far failing miserably from my efforts. i'd be totally ashamed if i wasn't seeing in the first day of the new year with my head in the toilet bowl and a pounding headache in the morning. i'd be letting down the team.

damn alcohol-resistant kidneys.

anyway, whatever you end up doing, here's hoping that you and yours have a fun and safe new year's eve celebrations. and may the coming year bring much joy, laughter and inordinant amount of booze.

happy two-thousand-and-nine!