No, I don’t believe in Santa anymore

Can you believe we are in October? Where has this year gone?

Christmas is almost upon us. And soon it will be time to force my lovely man to watch Elf. Again. Because I like to hear him mutter ‘What’s this sh*t?’

Also coming up, of course, is get togethers where one is encouraged to bring a non-binary gift.

Yip, it’s Secret Santa season.

Not a fan. For a few reasons.

I have always been involved with lousy gift givers. Seems to be my curse. I’m talking romantically. I don’t bring out the romance in a partner. I’m better at bringing out the irritation.

I can’t really complain because I too am a lousy gift giver. So really, let’s just buy ourselves what we need.

I don’t like the swapping out of gifts that comes with Secret Santa. So me, I keep what I select and oooh and aaah about it, coz otherwise it’s mean isn’t it?

I know that my feelings are hurt when someone rejects my thoughtful soap on a rope that I spent ten minutes of my busy day selecting at the nearest chemist, or service station.

Dagger to the heart stuff.

Every now and again I hit the luck on something brilliant I really like…. And then the inevitable happens…

I see some little kid whispering in their mom’s ear and pointing.. And I just know..

Aunty Rosie, do you mind swapping your gift with little Lucy here… She really likes your gift.

Of course she does. And really, what is little Lucy bringing to the party… Oh, another decorated toilet roll inner. I have a shelf full.

Baah humbug 😁.