Where I come from people put angels on top of the tree and I don't even have a tree. I guess over in fairy land where you live everything is different.
I agree HU. I don't care for it much either. When you're a kid it's exciting, but now it's just hectic and frustrating trying to find gifts for everyone. I look forward to when it's all over. The only good part is Christmas dinner, IMO.
This year I'm not at all into it... My wife has spent way too much money (as usual) on presents for everybody, invited her family to come stay with us for a few weeks, and is planning things for everybody to do while they're here. I'm on vacation until early next year, I should've stayed at work and took my vacation in January instead. I guess I'll hide in the basement this year. ;-)
And getting gifts! Although I probably end up in-the-hole by quite a bit. Hey, did you guys see the air hockey table Nichole bought me?
That reminds me of a little Christmas story... One particular Christmas a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip... but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then, Mrs. Claus told him that her Mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more. Then when he went to harness the Reindeer, he found three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked and the toy bag fell to the ground, and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went back into the house for a cup of coffee and a shot of whiskey. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had hid the liquor and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the coffee pot and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw it was made from. Just then, the doorbell rang and Santa cussed his way to the door. He opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas Tree. The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas Santa. Isn't it just a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you, Isn't it just a lovely tree? Where would you like me to stick it?" Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas Tree
Nope! I jammed that baby right in there. She kept taking it out and putting it on the table but I'd sneak it right back in her slot!
Sounds like when me and my girlfriend. A few times my girlfriend "accidently" put it in her own hole. That is probably my funniest way to score.