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Personification of a spirit of generosity too seldom seen. Pus me in a real dilemma. If it were in the service of something other than a bunch of shiny crap. I’d have little problem with it as a transitional tool to mature compassion if were about: “Let’s all go out and give someone a hand, all year round, because this is our human duty!
But then I wouldn’t have got so many presents . . .
Ooh look, Barbie’s Orphanage!
I seem to remember one of the naughtier boys at kindy telling me something about a fat red man coming down a lady’s chimney and bringing eggs to all the children on your birthday. Or something. I missed some of it because of all the crying.
Oh, and something about marketing for magic brown fizzy caffeinated cold beverage. Maybe as a contraceptive . . .
The parental Father Christmas lie is an invaluable early lesson for children ie: be careful who you trust.
And I never got the pony… nor rollerskates. Sure, the pony concept was over ambitious but why no rollerskates? I’m still bitter. Bah, humbug.
It all comes out at Christmas, doesn’t it, pissed uncle Roberto. Mainly at the work Christmas party.
Yep, thanks, Mum. I already asked Dad and he said to ask you.
EMC, thanks for the brown fizzy beverage nasal douche 🙂 Now, the phone number for Keyboards R Us.