It has been a hard year for a lot of people this year.
I am saying nothing. Lest I poke the bear.
So this year for Christmas I have decided to just chill.
Chillmas if you will.
And given that it is going to be hotter than Santa’s arsecrack after he crosses the equator in that snowsuit I reckon I have made the right decision.
Some of the ‘chillmas’ has been thrust upon me with my doctor not scheduling my iron infusion and my iron count being 4 meaning I am so fucking chill I am practically comatose, but also I am just fuck it I want to have a relaxing happy Christmas this year.
I have bought presents for people that they have asked for so I KNOW they will like them.
(despite the fact that half the fucking things didn’t arrive even though I ordered them 6 motherfucking weeks ago… breathe… Kelley… breathe… they will like them eventually)
I have handed the Christmas lunch duties to my mother and said I don’t even want to know, don’t care what everyone is eating as long as I don’t have to prepare it.
(and I don’t want to hear about it either)
Everyone that is visiting is going to get a huge hug and a direction to feed themselves.
This Christmas is going to be awesome. And Chill. And the happiest ever.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Festive Festivus, Glorious Hanukkah, Have a wonderful week, I love youse all.