Christmas
Against Humanity
The Stanfill Family Holiday
Hullabaloo was this past Saturday. I know
this sounds
premature of us but my family is so overpopulated
that the clan sanely decided years ago
to gather the Saturday before Xmas so we
can all return
to our respective warrens afterwards and
enjoy the big day in peace, far away from
each other.
This year I brought along a chocolate/cherry
pie-cake and
a copy of Cards Against Humanity, both
of which achieved customer satisfaction.
Of course the big event, apart from watching
the Cowboys humiliate themselves before
a national audience, again, was the mammoth
gift swap which is about as close to a
religious
ritual
as
we come.
Inevitably, as I'm famously difficult to
shop for, I tend to exit our annual jubilee
with a fistful of knick-knacks and a brace
of novelty t-shirts, usually something
from the sale
bin at
Target.
Over the years I've learned to be philosophical
about it. My
loss
is always
ebay's gain.
 But
I didn't go home despondent as my dear
nephew gifted me with a Cthulhu
piggy bank.
It's so cool it makes me wish that there
was a denomination called the "soul" that
I
could stuff
it with.
France used to have the sou, before the
euro took over, but close only counts in
Hellfire missiles and hand grenades.
=Lefty=
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