Spare yourself the barrage of crappy Christmas movies. I think I found your Christmas spirit right here. It was a week before Christmas, and still our apartment didn't have a tree, or anything red or green. (Although, to be fair, I didn't look under the fridge or the couch. Noone ever does.) I once, accidentally set up a Christmas tree within the home of a Jehova's witness family, so no way in hell I was going to go without in my one student home. So after getting my day's study done, I gathered up everything green I could find, and what the flatmates gave, and I gathered as much potentially useful stuff that I could.
It took a few hours (finishing at 2am) with the help of flatmates, but wow. I looked up and thought: it's beautiful. It really is.
A) Does that mean that since your broom is now a Christmas tree, there won't be any sweeping done at your place? And,
B) This piece of crap took you 3 hours to make?
A), cleaning? In a student house? and B), it may be a piece of crap, but it's a BIG piece of crap! And look at the detailing.
Because I learned something through this experience. The true meaning of Christmas is about the little things, and about turning pieces of crap into BIG pieces of crap.
Merry Crapmas to you all!
(see, wasn't this much more painless than sitting through a 90 minute Christmas special?)
2 comments:
Covering plastic bags with hot christmas lights. What are they teaching you in school?
"Covering plastic bags with hot christmas lights" sounds very punk. Screw safety, and screw the man! (in this case, the Christmas man)
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