Christmas

Well, hello there everybody! Yes, I am going to write about this umm... day gone perhaps? In reality, nobody ever respects the Christmas day as it should. I know! We do the party the 24th but the actual day is the 25th. I mean, we should change our calendars to the 24th if we are not celebrating it today.

In other news, umm yesterday was a busy day for stores. Really, you could see people around buying their presents for people. Why don't they buy them umm... a week before? This way you prevent a lot of trouble. Well, there are the discounts, and you know the crisis.

In other news, some guys in DC were taking toys out of a needy children's toy program. Ok, now here's the question: What the hell do you need to get toys from a program for needy children? I mean, come on! Don't you have money to spare from your drunk Christmas party? Oh sure, let your friends have toys but when it comes to your children you don't even make a yearly budget for it! Well, not that I can talk about it anyways, my dad always used the old "take the proverbial inch when they offer it" thing. And they are better off than that guy who dressed as Santa Claus and shot everyone at a party.

Talking about it, why is it that people dress as Santa to make crimes? Is it because of the popularity of movies where criminals go dressed as Santa on Christmas and then they get beaten by a little kid? There's proven evidence that dressing as Santa Claus for a crime makes you an easier target. I mean, nobody dresses like Santa for the holidays. Do you imagine that? maybe I should dress like Santa y'know? let's see if there are other one thousand Santas around the neighborhood! Also, the custom is bulky, I wonder how do criminals run in a Santa suit, and I really wonder if they get to escape and how.

Well, really and truly I don't like to welcome into my house a seemingly harmless individual such as a guy dressed in Santa Claus. I mean, first of all, I hate fat people, it's one of my pet peeves (Big bones are OK, a little bit chubby is also acceptable, but fat? I mean, have some decency for God's sake!). Also, I don't really believe in Santa Claus anymore (ok, I still write letters to "him" (which is more like "they") because of my little sis, but that's a complete separate issue, I stopped believing in Santa Claus like at age 6).

This is my writing for this day that we think everyone should be happy and merry.